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Gold Dust Woman | x
Fear of vulnerability becomes obsolete as y/n manages to conquer it once more.
Read part nine here
Listen while reading: Black Magic Woman - Santana or Fleetwood Mac version
Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader, sam kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 12.8k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), praise, dirty talk, shower sex, biting (slightly), touch of body worship, swearing, drinking, angst, long emotional talks, feelings of insecurity/inferiority, sorry if I miss any!
hello everyone!! posting this as a birthday gift to myself bc i finally managed to finish it!! thanks for participating in the poll and for all the lovely messages I’ve been receiving. I really hope you like this chapter and please feel free to share your thoughts in my inbox 🫶🏻 as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!! (this is also v lightly edited, my apologies 😁)
Moonlight poured in through the large panel windows casting a luminous white glow over the entirety of the room. All other forms of light were off, leaving you relying only on the night to bless you with vision. Your Gold Top was sat in your lap, odd notes ringing through the air when you felt enough energy to pluck the strings. Your pedalboard was sat by your foot, allowing you easy access to it while you sat lazily facing the door in the only armchair the room offered. Your journal was sat atop the table next to you, open to a page of scribbles and various words, none making a bit of sense. Beside it, a crystal clear glass shimmered under the glow of the moon, housing your pick of poison for the night. The ice inside was causing drips of condensation to fall down on the wood below it, tempting you further the longer you looked at it.
You had one leg draped over the side of the chair as you sat on an angle, cradling your guitar in the other. All sense of creativity seemed to have gone, leaving you feeling like you were failing at your only talent. You kicked off the distortion pedal, sick of the same grungy tone you used so often. You strummed a few chords on the clean setting, cocking your head to the side as the sound filled your ears. “There it is,” you whispered, content with the sound and finally finding the motivation to play something worthwhile. You slid your fingers up the fretboard, landing midway between the body and the head. You closed your eyes, using only your memory to guide you. You plucked away at the intro, lowering your foot on the wah pedal just to add a touch of mystique to the sound.
“Got a black magic woman,
Got a black magic woman,
I’ve got a black magic woman
Got me so blind, I can’t see.” You echoed the tune like an anthem, finally feeling the defeat in your heart flowing away.
“That she’s a black magic woman,
She’s tryin’ to make the devil out of me.” You muted the strings, seeming like the song was put to a stop, only to jump in again with the next line.
“Don’t turn your back on me baby,
Don’t turn your back on me baby,
Yes, don’t turn your back on me, baby
Stop messing round with your tricks,
Don’t turn your back on me baby,
You might just pick up my magic sticks.” You let out a sigh of content, kicking on some light distortion and leading yourself into the solo with ease. You let your head fall back on the chair, eyes screwed shut in concentration as your fingers danced over the strings. As you finished, you let out a breath you had been holding for quite some time, feeling your head spin slightly. Of course, the alcohol was more to blame, but you were never willing to admit to your own intoxication.
You continued singing, the low pitched melody settling in your chest the way music should; filling any emptiness and replacing any discontent. You sang yourself through to the end of the song, taking in a breath so you could sing the last line.
“I need you so bad, magic woman, I can’t leave you alone.” The voice startled you, as did the flash of fluorescent hallway lights that flooded your room. You looked to the door, a laugh on your lips as you noticed the intruder.
“Sing it again, baby.” You said, leading him back into the last line for a moment of sweetness. He took a few steps towards you, a smile growing as he approached.
“I need you so bad, magic woman, I just can’t leave you alone.” He sang, slow and gentle, but impactful and with clear intent. You plucked the last few notes, letting the final one ring until it faded on its own. “Santana?” He asked.
“Y/n, actually.” You corrected, knowing that no interaction with Sam would be complete without at least a little bit of teasing. “And if you’re referring to the song, it’s Peter Green. Shouldn’t you know that, rockstar?”
“Sorry, slipped my mind.” He chuckled, looking around your room with curiosity.
“I’ll forgive and forget, just because you put on such a good show.” You said, leaning forward and switching off the power to your amp. “Minus a point for showing up without an invitation.”
“Your door was open. Thought that was enough of an invitation.” He raised an eyebrow, challenging you. You gave a shrug, placing your guitar back in its case.
“Got me there.” You conceded, both of you knowing that you were only joking with him anyway. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just thought I’d visit. Haven’t seen much of you lately. I miss you.” His transparency was haunting, mostly due to the reasoning behind your sudden absence. Your withdrawal had everything to do with his brother and the profound connection you had felt with him the night you had made your confession of love. Since then, you found it difficult to look Sam in the eye. Despite it feeling so right at the time, you held guilt for having to choose which brother to proclaim love to first. More than that, you felt guilt because it was not Sam who came out on top.
Although guilty, you did not hold any remorse or regret for what unfolded that night in your hotel room. You loved Jake, and you were incredibly relieved to have finally spoken it aloud. You had no desire to withdraw the confession, because it was the truth. But as you had learned, especially when it came to loving the brothers, the truth hurt and sometimes it hurt excruciatingly bad. You knew that you could love Jake and feel bad for shunning Sam all the same, and despite many beliefs, you absolutely can love two people at once. Not only were you struggling with the idea of opening your soul to Jake, you were also struggling with sadness at the thought of pushing Sam away when you so desperately wanted to do the same with him.
So, in short, you had found yourself in yet another cycle of self-punishment for the things that you could not control. You could not control the love you had for Jake, and you could not control the love you had for his brother. Instead of finding the courage to confess to Sam, too, you had locked yourself away in hopes that you would never have to face the harrowing truth of your own complicated emotions. “I miss you too, Sammy.” You replied, turning your head to watch as he took a seat on the edge of your bed.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He asked, his question loaded and his tone soft. How could you begin to explain without inviting him to ask all of the questions you did not want to answer? You reached for the whiskey glass calling to you, taking a sip of liquid courage before trying to conjure a response.
“So much to say, so little time.” You muttered, clasping the cold glass between both of your hands. The shock of the chill seemed to regulate your brain as it swirled with aimless thoughts and worries.
“I have all night.” He assured you. “Should I close the door?”
“You don’t want the world to know about our dirty laundry?” You smirked, sipping back more of the beverage in your hand. “I’m sure they’d get some good entertainment from it.” He let out a low chuckle as he stood to close the door of the room, locking out any intruders and locking in any confessions. There was nothing inside now but the sound of your sorrow, and the weight of the unspoken love that you couldn’t seem to fess up to. He returned to the bed, the moonlight cascading upon him like a cloak of protection. Unfortunately, not even the comfort of the moon could lessen the pain in your hearts. He could feel the weight of your troubled soul before he ever stepped foot inside the room, and the only thing he could hope was that it did not come from your desire to leave him.
“I saw you and Jake leave the bar that night.” He stated, his words echoing off the walls and striking you with every rebound. You chose to keep your chair pointed away from him in hopes that you could keep your composure. Everything always seemed infinitely harder when you were looking into his eyes.
“I don’t want to talk about your brother.” You said, tone flat and setting a firm boundary. “I want to talk about you.”
“The floor is yours, princess.” He said, inviting anything and everything more than what you were giving him, even if it turned volatile. You ran your fingers over the fabric of your jeans, racking your brain for the best way to begin the conversation.
“We’ve been doing this for a while now, Sam. I think it’s time that we start thinking about the future.” You explained, stomach sick at the thought of tomorrow. “I feel like I’ve been blindly trusting that time will make things easier, but it’s only made it harder. I’m starting to believe that this won’t end until it kills us.”
“Do you want to end this?” He asked, but aimed to keep his inquiry vague in hopes that he would not be met with a devastating response.
“It has to eventually, right?” You scoffed. “I mean, we can’t keep going through life when all we’re doing is hurting each other.”
“I don’t think we’ve only been hurting each other,” his rebuttal was soft. “It certainly hasn’t been easy, but I’m incredibly grateful for the time I get to spend with you.” His words warmed your heart, sending a rush of joy through you despite feeling like you did not deserve it.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” He assured you, wishing that you would turn around so he could see your face.
“I…” you had no idea what to ask first, previously believing that your instincts would guide you through the difficult conversation, but your instincts had never been kind to you before. After all, they were the exact reason you were in the situation you had been struggling with so much. “I need to know the truth. It’s time I asked you everything we’ve been running away from.”
“Whatever you want to know, baby.”
“All those months ago… did you ever notice me?”
“Notice you?” He wanted clarification, unsure of what exactly you were referring to.
“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, trying to rid yourself from the crackle of fear in your voice. You needed to know, but you were unsure if you wanted to. “Before… before Jake. I want to know if you noticed me, or if you saw how much I noticed you.”
“Of course I did, y/n.” He defended, trying to comprehend the thought of you not knowing how much he cared.
“I just… fuck!” You exclaimed in no more than a whisper. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling at the strands in hopes that the proper words would come to you. You knew the longer you deliberated your questions, the more confusing they would become. “Then why did you never say anything! Why did you let me sit there and hope that you wanted me, too?”
“I… I don’t know.” He muttered, ashamed that he couldn’t give you a better answer.
“It’s time to know, Sam! Because I need to know, and if you can’t give me any reason to believe you’re not lying, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I sat there every night praying that you would come and talk to me, or that maybe you would just look in my direction and notice how much I cared about you. You can’t tell me that you didn’t know I loved you, because it’s been painfully obvious since the minute I met you.” You stopped yourself to take another sip from your drink, hoping that the burn would distract you from your breaking heart, but it was just another shot to fill the void that only ever seemed to grow larger. “It only ever seemed like you wanted me when you were scared of someone else having me.”
“That’s not true,” he shook his head, horrified that you would ever think that. “I know I was stupid, and I wish I could make up for the mistakes I made, but I know that they’re always going to hurt you no matter what I do. I can’t take it away, even if I wanted to!”
“Jesus Christ, Sam. The door is closed, the lights are off, you can stop acting! I’m sick of the ‘I dont knows’ and the ‘I’m sorrys’. Why did I only ever exist to you when Jake came into the picture? I didn’t exist when other girls were hanging off your arm, or when there was someone better to talk to, so if your interest in me is more than just a pissing contest with your brother, I need to know!” You exploded, your chest feeling like it was going to explode. You wanted to turn around, to face him while you spat your accusations to at least see if he appeared guilty, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You knew the minute you saw him, nothing would matter anymore. It was the way your relationship worked; all other issues seemed obsolete when in his company. The beauty of him seemed to outshine any pain, and the comfort that surrounded him was always greater than any turmoil you could imagine. If you were going to get a confession, you would only have the power to do it as long as he wasn’t looking into your eyes.
“More than a pissing contest?” He reiterated your comment, baffled at the lack of understanding you had for him. “Is that what you think this is?”
“What else am I supposed to think, Sam?”
“You’re supposed to know how much you mean to me. You’re supposed to know that after three months of dates and playing house, you mean more to me than bragging rights!” His tone was strong, clearly bothered by your unwillingness to see him as he was. “I’m not falling in love with you for some ulterior motive. I’m not hurting over this because I think it’s fun to play with everyones feelings.” He said, the strain of emotion heavy on his shoulders. “I noticed you, y/n. You just didn’t care to see it, because you’re so fucking afraid of being in love that it changed the way you view the world.”
“That’s not fair,” you snapped, matching his temper with ease. Your fear of love was not an insult to be thrown, and you wanted to make that perfectly clear.
“It is fair, because it’s true. You asked, and I’m answering, so sit there and be quiet.” You wanted to fight back, but you were too stunned at the tone of voice he was speaking in. Sam had never been anything other than gentle with you, and it was shocking to hear anything close to anger in his words. “I noticed. I see you, y/n, even when you won’t let yourself believe that I do. I thought that I showed you over the last few months, but I’m okay with telling you, too. You don’t have to answer, or tell me if I’m right, because I already know that I am.” You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what he was getting at. You only had to be confused for a moment before he began again. “Right now, you have a ring on your middle finger. It only has one stone, and it’s a moonstone. It’s a little cloudy, and sometimes when the light hits it, it looks blue. I thought it was an opal, but when I asked, you told me it was a moonstone. I don’t really know what those are, and I had never heard of them before you told me, but I love them, because now they remind me of you. You wear that ring every day, y/n. I’ve never seen you without it.” You looked down at your hand, eyes drifting over your middle finger. You stomach churned with regret as the stone glistened in the pale light from the moon. He was right, and in your time of knowing him, you had never taken it off.
“You have a speckle of brown in your left eye. It’s right under your pupil, and you can only notice it when you look closely, because from far away it just blends in. When you smile, there’s two little dimples in the corners of your mouth. When you’re nervous, you play with your hair. You can’t play beer pong unless your partner is on your right, because you have this little superstition and you think it’s bad luck to play any other way. You’re always the last one to go to bed when we’re hanging out, and you claim it’s because you’re a night owl, but I know that it’s because you can’t sleep unless you make sure everybody else is taken care of. You hate beer. You’ve always been open about that, but it’s so bad that you won’t let us hug you if we’ve been drinking it because you can’t even stand the smell.”
He was right; every little thing he had listed was undeniably true, and the knowledge he collected extended far beyond the few weeks of intimacy you had shared.
“You love the moon, your biggest idol is Stevie Nicks, and you blush when you’re lying. You love to love people, but don’t know how to accept when people love you. You invite everyone to your house because you hate when it’s quiet, and cheap tequila makes you sick. You love the colour green so much that you thought about painting your entire house the same colour, and you think pizza is overrated.” He finished, feeling like he had made his point abundantly clear. “I know you, y/n, and I always have. You can be mad at the stupid decisions I’ve made, but you don’t get to say that I don’t notice you. I notice you so much that it’s hard to see anything else.”
“Why did you wait so long? If you cared so much, what were you so scared of?”
“Everything!” He exclaimed. “I was terrified, and I didn’t know how to get over that. I still don’t, but I’m trying.”
“Did Jake light that fire in you?”
“You lit that fire!” He stood, too passionate about the topic to remain staring at the back of your head. He placed his hand on the arm of your chair and spun it around so you could face him. “You said you didn’t want to talk about my brother, so why are you making it about him?”
“Because you made it seem like it was about him!” You snapped, looking up at him with fire in your eyes. “So you payed attention, but I didn’t catch your eye enough for you to make a move? You let someone else shoot their shot before you thought I was worth the energy! I was in love with you for years, and nobody else ever compared to you. If you asked, I would have given you the world. I would have killed myself just to keep you alive! You let girls flirt with you in my house while I sat there and waited for you like a fucking idiot!”
“What girls, y/n?” He was shouting now, both of you caught up in the moment and unwilling to back down. “What girls are you talking about, because I don’t seem to recall it the way you do!” You recoiled at the strength of his words. “The girls that I had conversations with, but barely ever remembered their names? Maybe had an arm around every now and then? I’m sorry if you perceived it differently, but I was not flirting with them, and not once did I ever take anyone home! If you wanted to, you would have realized that I was giving you the exact same treatment, and my brothers, too! I wasn’t flirting, and I wasn’t with a single girl after I met you. That is the truth, even if you don’t want to believe it!” Your stomach sank, the malice fleeing your body and guilt rolling in to replace it.
Your love for him had skewed your perception of the situation, and now that he was laying it all on the table, he was correct. Looking back on the past without the pessimism and confusion clouding your judgement, he had never once touched nor talked to another girl in the way he did with you in the recent weeks. Back then, when he had a moment of seclusion with you, he acted the very same way as he did with the girls at your parties. You never saw Sam leave with a girl in tow, and you had never found a girl scrambling from your spare bedroom early in the morning before anyone else was awake. He was breaking down your previous notions about your relationship and reconstructing them with pillars of truth. You were the master at overthinking, and the queen of oblivion. The memories seemed to flood back into your brain with more clarity than ever before.
“What are you doing sitting all by yourself?” The sweet tone broke you from any internal brooding, immediately reigning importance over any other thought of the night. You looked up from your drink, the boom of music from the speakers beside you not even loud enough to overtake the beautiful sound of his voice. Your eyes landed on Sam, who was smiling down at you with tipsiness engraved in his features.
“Waiting for you to come and talk to me,” you joked, but the truth underneath the surface was painfully obvious.
“Why wait? You could’ve came and found me.” He grinned, eyes glistening with joy at the thought of you wanting to talk to him.
“I like to be chased, not do the chasing.” You giggled, hoping he would pick up on your humour.
“If that’s the case, I’d be happy to chase you.” He took a seat beside you on the couch, not caring about intruding nor asking permission.
“You don’t have anything better to do?” You said, nervous at the closeness of his body. His leg was practically resting on yours, and you had to bargain with the idea that he chose to sit so close despite the entirely vacant couch.
“When it comes to you? Never.”
You thought you were going to be sick, the rush of blood from your head making you feel woozy and the thud of your heart against your ribs growing more aggressive by the second.
“Hey, you better not be playing beer pong without me!” A voice called from behind you as you walked by with two ping pong balls in hand. Your head snapped towards the source of the sound, gaze immediately landing upon the youngest Kiszka brother. He was standing next to a blonde who seemed enthralled in his every move, but he wasn’t looking at anything but you. “Thought we were partners for life?”
“Better hurry if you want to join.” You sing-songed as you continued walking towards the fold out table, knowing that he likely wouldn’t want to leave his conversation to accompany you. You didn’t make it a point to stare, but had you waited a second longer before turning away, you would have noticed Sam ditch his company without as much as a second glance.
You let your head fall back on the chair, feeling the scratch of tears in your throat and your heart begin to ache.
Slumped over in the kitchen chair, you let your head rest on the table in hopes that the cool wood would satiate the ache in your skull. You couldn’t even seem to find the energy to get up for a glass of water and an Advil. Even if you did, the painkillers wouldn’t take away the hurt in your heart. You had drank your way through the last of your liquor the previous night until it guided you to sleep. By the end of the bottle, you still hadn’t seemed to forget the sight of Sam laughing with the pretty brunette your coworker had brought to the party with her. All other memories? Well, they were obsolete. In comparison, even if you were able to remember the rest of the night, no memory would be nearly as daunting as the one of Sam smiling down at another girl.
“Good morning, sunshine.” The words accompanied footsteps, and had you not recognized the voice so well, you wouldn’t have bothered to look up.
“Morning, Sammy.” You squinted as your eyes tried to adjust to the brightness.
“Headache?” He asked, moving towards the cupboard on top of the fridge. He didn’t need to ask to know; you always had a headache when you were hungover, and you had nursed a bottle of cheap tequila until the bitter end. In truth, he was expecting to find you in a much worse state.
“Mhm,” you mustered the noise in lieu of a verbal response, hoping that it would be easier on your migraine. Sam closed the cabinet after retrieving what he intended to grab. He moved to the sink, filling a glass with water and setting it beside you. He took a seat in a chair, accompanying you in hopes that it might make you feel better. When you looked towards the two pills he sat on the table, you gave him a small smile of thanks. You took them, feeling better at the idea of relief alone.
“Where’s your company?” You asked, hoping to seem nonchalant with the comment. He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of who you referring to.
“Right here?” He replied, motioning to you.
“No,” you chuckled. “The girl from last night. You two seemed to hit it off, thought maybe it would go somewhere.” He appeared to be racking his brain to recall the girl in question. After a moment, his eyes lit up with clarity.
“Oh, no. I don’t even think I caught her name. After I helped you out, I just went to bed.”
“Helped me out?” You questioned.
“You don’t remember?” You shook your head, anxiety creeping into your chest as you waited for him to elaborate. “You were pretty drunk, and you seemed upset, so I thought I’d check in on you. You were sick for a while, so I stayed with you until you felt good enough to go to sleep. Brought you upstairs to help you to bed, and we ended up talking for a while.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” You groaned “did I say anything stupid?”
“No,” he smiled, recalling the memory “it was nice, actually. I mean, you were upset and cried for a little while, but you wouldn’t tell me why. Once you calmed down, we laughed about it and you asked if I would stay until you fell asleep. Think we listened to the same record for an hour before you started to doze off.”
“Was it a good one at least?”
“It was a great one,” he nodded, but he only enjoyed it so much because you loved it, and if he had to admit, It was his new favourite album, mostly because you had fallen asleep in his arms to it. He decided to keep that memory to himself, locked away in the back of his mind for safe keeping. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed about it, and he was too scared to admit that he enjoyed it.
“Thanks,” you felt your cheeks tinge red.
“My pleasure.” He assured you.
“I’m sorry if I ruined your chances with her. She seemed nice.” You felt the need to apologize despite your elation at the knowledge he had spent the remainder of his night with you. You wished you could remember what it felt like to be in seclusion with him, desperate to know what intimacy felt like at the hands of Sam Kiszka.
“Oh, no, no need to apologize. I’m always happy to help you out, y/n. Besides, I’m not looking for anything like that, anyway.” He said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your arm to reassure you he meant what he said. Your stomach burned with desire for him, but your head was screaming at you to remember the picture of him laughing with the nameless girl. Instead of realizing that you were both feeling the same way about each other, you allowed yourself to hurt over the thought of him showing interest in another girl, when in reality his interest was only in you.
“Oh my god, Sam.” You put your head in your hands, desperate to rid yourself of the remorse that was eating you alive. The memories were endless, pouring in with no intent to slow. You had been foolish, equating your lack of intimacy with him to a lack of interest. He did care, and he cared more than you ever realized. You were so afraid of falling that you failed to understand that he had fallen just as hard, terrified of the same fate. “I’m so sorry.” You muttered, trying to control the wavering of your voice. Tears were stinging your eyes, the reality harrowing and the darkness of the night matching the feeling in your heart. He loved you the same as you loved him, but you were both too foolish to find enough courage to open your souls to each other.
“Do you get it now?” He attempted to mask his own hurt, but it was crystal clear. The weight of it was settled on both of you, making it impossible to think of anything else. “I cared, y/n, but you never wanted to see it. You didn’t know how to let me care about you, so you convinced yourself that I didn’t. We were both scared, and we both made mistakes. Don’t paint me as the devil when you were doing just the same.” He took a seat again, defeated from his own confession. “I haven’t been pointing fingers at you for falling for Jake, and I feel like that is just as criminal as anything I’ve done.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I’m terrified! I always have been, and you never said anything either, so I had myself convinced that I was imagining something that wasn’t really there!” He said, looking up to meet your eyes. His sin was heavy in his gaze, as was yours. “I hurt the only person I’ve ever fallen in love with, and the world hasn’t forgiven me since. I haven’t even forgiven me.”
“Talk to me, Sammy.” You held his stare, eyes burning into his soul. “Tell me, so I can understand.” He debated the choice, knowing that if he opened up to you, you would see every part of him, good and bad. If he didn’t, he would lose you indefinitely, and there would only be him to blame for letting you walk out the door. After a moment of silence, he took a breath before divulging into the story he’d tried so hard to bury forever.
“It’s strange, you know. It feels like we’ve been cursed for life, and I’m not sure what we ever did to deserve it.” He started, the first blow striking the wall in hopes of breaking it down. “No matter how hard we avoid it, Jake and I always seem to find ourselves in the same situation. Every single girl I’ve ever fallen for has fallen for him, too, and vice versa. It’s horrible knowing that no matter what, we only ever get to enjoy love for a moment. When we were younger, I think we were stupid and cocky. We saw it as a game, which is horrible.” You nodded along, hoping to encourage him to keep talking. “When we went on tour for the first time, it was so surreal. I mean, we were still kids, y/n, barely grown and travelling the world.” He laughed at the memory, finding it mind blowing to recall.
“We snuck into a bar one night. Well, Danny and I did. Jake and Josh were barely old enough to get in, and we managed to scrape by. Turns out, the bar wasn’t very hard to get into, because it looked like it was crawling with high school students.” He found another chuckle amidst the pain of honesty. “I met a girl about a year or two older than me. She was fantastic, and we ended up talking all night. So much that when they were closing up the place, they had to kick us out. We texted back and fourth, got to know each other, and then seemed to be on the phone constantly. Eventually, we got fed up and she flew out to travel with us for a little while. Things were really good, and she took breaks from travelling with us to go home for a while. When a situation is good, it gets comfortable, and when you’re that young and your life is all over the place like mine was, comfortable is the same as boring in your mind.”
“I got drunk and hooked up with another girl while she was travelling with me. It was my fault, and I’ll never try and say otherwise. I hurt her, and I still feel guilty about it. She was the first person I fell in love with, even if I was young and didn’t really know what love meant. After we fought, she ended up in Jake’s bed. It killed me, even if I did deserve it. Jake and I fought like never before, and I don’t think we ever really recovered from it. Since then, I guess we always let the pattern repeat instead of putting an end to it. I think we both feel like there’s no point in trying to avoid it, because it’s inevitable anyway.”
“I’m sorry, Sam.” Even though you knew the story, it seemed to hit so much harder when you could see the emotion in his face.
“I don’t want sympathy, y/n. I deserved what I got, and I know that. Pain doesn’t make someone innocent.” You nodded, understanding completely what he was saying. “When I fell for you, I fell so fast and hard that it nearly shattered my soul. I was scared because of how much I cared about you, but I was even more scared that he would steal you away. It’s not a good excuse, and it never has been, but it’s the truth. I thought if I kept how I felt hidden, I could enjoy you more, because then I wouldn’t have to watch you fall in love with Jake. I could see he felt the same way for you that I did. It may not have been obvious to everyone, but it was to me. I didn’t want to compete for you, but it looks like we ended up here, anyway.” He ran a hand through his hair, feeling disgusted at how the predicament continued to repeat itself.
“So yeah, when Jake made a move on you it certainly made me realize how much I could lose, but I didn’t pursue you solely because I didn’t want him to have you. That would be disgusting, and I might not be perfect, but I would never put you through that.”
“I wish… I wish we could have said something sooner. It would have made everything so much easier.” You whispered, aching to reach out and touch him. He looked up from the floor, eyes settling on your face as a sad smile crossed his lips.
“Maybe, but I doubt it. Jake wouldn’t have let you go without a fight, and I don’t blame him. You’re worth all of the pain, and I’d go through it a million times if it meant I could be with you, even just for a little while.” He said, holding your gaze. “I fell in love with that girl, and I fucked it up. Y/n, how I feel for you is far beyond anything I have ever felt for her. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much, but I do. I love you, but I am terrified of hurting you. I learned lessons that sucked, and I know I would never do that to you, but it scares me to know that I have the power to cause you any type of pain. The only thing I have ever wanted to do is love you, and no matter if it’s forever or only for a little while, I’m still beyond grateful that I got the chance.”
“You mean it?” Your words were barely loud enough to break through the silence, but he heard you. No matter where you were in the world, or how much distance between you, Sam would move heaven and earth to ensure someone was there to listen to you. Your voice was his favourite melody, the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He was certain that he would never hear anything that compared, and he would certainly never search for it. He adored you, and he did not care solely because he wanted to stop Jake from having you. He cared because he did; there was no personal gain nor any hidden benefit. He loved you completely, and he loved you for you. The suffering, the heartache, and even the fear of losing was not enough to deter him from loving you, because it was the best thing he had ever experienced.
“I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life.” He refrained from reaching out to you, wondering if you would make the first move. He thought he had pushed you far enough with his words, and he didn’t want to scare you away. “I love you, y/n. Always have, and I always will. I will love you until you don’t want me to anymore, and I’ll keep loving you long after that, even if I have to keep it to myself.”
“I love you, Sam. I fell in love with you long before this started.” You breathed, feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your chest. It felt just as good to be honest with him as it did with Jake, but you had not laid the full truth on the table. “But I love him, too.”
“I know.” He said, unable to be upset at you for your honesty. “I just hope that in the end, you realize you love me a little bit more.” You gave him a sad smile, the sullen reply ripping your heart straight from your chest. “I know you can’t control what your heart wants, but I’ll keep my fingers crossed. If not, I’ll be happy as long as you are.” You were furious with yourself for not being able to end the suffering. Your greed was affecting everyone around you, and you couldn’t seem to find the courage to put a stop to it. You had so much history with Sam, and it seemed like the most logical option to be with him, especially considering your years of feelings for him. But logic had never been your friend, and it was a stranger when it came to the brothers. As much as you wanted to fall into Sam’s arms and be with him, you felt like you were stuck to the ground. You were not ready for that choice, and if you were to act impulsively, you couldn’t ensure you wouldn’t double back on your decision.
Worst, of all, you couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting Jake in that way. The conversation with Sam, the profession of love and all of the understanding was simple. So simple that it seemed too good to be true. The clarity you had gained from your discussion was incredible, and it seemed so much easier to confess your love to Sam. The fiery and emotional nature of your confession to Jake made your head spin when you thought about it for too long, and it was all but simple to talk about your feelings with him. But, you had come to learn that intimacy was not supposed to be easy, and by defaulting to loving Sam due to a lack of hardship was not fair to either boy. If you were to decide to love Sam based on simplicities, it would do nothing but make you a coward who could not find the gall to do hard things.
You sipped on your drink, desperate to find something to put your mind to rest. You both sat in silence, looking away from each other in hopes that the other would speak first. “Do you think that there’s another universe where we get to love each other more?” You finally broke the silence, looking up at him with a glimmer of hope in your eye.
“It’s impossible, because in every universe, I love you the same.” He gave you a sad smile. “Maybe there’s one where we can love each other easily.”
“I’d like to know what that one is like.” You felt tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. “I bet it would be fantastic.” He gave a shrug, feeling a stab to his chest at the sight of the tears overflowing from your eyes.
“This one is too, princess. Loving you is fantastic, even if it’s not perfect.” You closed your eyes, feeling a sob fall from your lips. You wished you could go back in time and stop yourself from falling into the trap, to understand that despite your confidence, the situation was bound to be disastrous. But, at the same time, even if it was painful, loving them had been the most fun you had in your entire life. No matter which boy you picked, or even if you picked neither, you did not regret the time you spent with them. Going back and avoiding your mistakes may have saved you some hurt in the future, but it would have never taught you the lessons you needed to learn.
In your time spent with them, you learned that it was okay to open your heart enough to make room for another. You could finally realize that vulnerability was not the enemy, and intimacy was not as terrifying as you had previously thought. In fact, it was incredibly enjoyable when shared with the right person. You learned that you had the ability to love, and what it meant to love another wholly and completely. Better yet, you were shown that you could be loved, which was something you had never felt before in your entire life. You had always taken the stance of keeping people out for two reasons; the damage they could cause, and the damage they would find. By doing so, you failed to realize that people could introduce a lot more into your life than just pain, and your demons were not as threatening with two people standing guard. You did not regret the decision to love both brothers, even though you knew that the future was not as bright as the beginning. You were thankful to finally know what it felt like to be loved by another, and that they made your realize that you deserve to be loved just as much as anyone else.
“I think that I’m going to need some time to think about all of this.” You said, wiping your cheeks clean from the sadness. “Maybe take a step back, just to straighten out my head.”
“As long as I leave here tonight knowing that you know how much I care about, you can take as much time as you need. I just need to know that you understand, and I’ll wait forever for you if I have to.” He was tempted to hold you, to take the initiative and wipe the tears from your face in hopes of washing the pain away, too. It was hard to resist, but he wanted you to decide if you wanted it or not. He was not going to be the person to push you to love him, because in reality, it would do nothing but push you away.
“Can we… tomorrow?” You asked, not feeling like shutting him out immediately after such confessions. “I don’t want to be responsible, yet. I just want to enjoy this for a little while longer. I’m going to take some time, but I’ll start in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” He wanted clarification before jumping to action, needing to know that you were certain about your decision.
“We said I love you, Sam.” You managed a small laugh through the turmoil that was still ravaging your brain. “I think we’re allowed one night to enjoy it before we have to make any hard decisions.” He watched you for a moment, giving you ample opportunity to change your mind. When you showed no signs of regressing, he jumped from the bed with a new found burst of life. You barely had time to comprehend his sudden move before he was in front of you, reaching down and scooping you into his arms.
Despite the pain that was still thick in the air, you both found yourselves in a shriek of laughter. You wrapped your legs around him, cradling his face in your hands as he made sure you were secure in his grip. “Say it again.” His grin was blinding, making it hard to believe that there were tears in his eyes only moments before. “Please.”
“I love you, Sammy.” He let the words linger, revelling in the bliss before he pulled you into a kiss. It was messy, a show of desperation for each other after being deprived of it all night. It was the perfect show of the truth behind the saying ‘sometimes you don’t know what you’re missing until you’ve come across it’. You had lived your whole life without ever feeling love, romantic or otherwise, and now you were so full of it that you weren’t sure you could ever live without it. You had been so afraid of something that felt so good, even within its own repercussions. You knew you would even miss the bad that came along with it if you were ever deprived of love again.
“I love you,” he mumbled, barely taking the time to part from the kiss. “I love you,” he said again, his smile growing every time he spoke. “I love you so much, y/n.” You thought you would be able to live off the euphoria of being loved by him forever. You leaned forward for another kiss, laughing as you did so. The moment of childish glee was beautiful, especially after the weight of the conversation. It did not take long for the passion from the moment to manifest itself into something larger, neediness increasingly radiating from both of you the longer you had access to each other.
He carefully stepped backwards, lowering himself onto the mattress and gently settling you in his lap. When you were situated, you broke away for air. He took advantage of the opportunity and made a move to slip your shirt over your head. The sting of the air on your skin was a shock, but when his hands came back to you, you forgot the feeling almost instantly. As he brought his mouth back to your own, his fingers unhooked your bra. You dropped your arms from around his neck and let it fall to the floor with little care. He let his lips drift down your neck, gracing you with delicacy and adoration in the small movements. You let out a shaky breath as he worked his way downwards, pulling your nipple into his mouth to continue his physical show of love.
“God, Sam.” You breathed, the moment of physical intimacy amplifying the emotional intimacy you had divulged in. The feeling of his tongue on your skin was intoxicating, his touch similar to that of a wicked entity. The only thing that reminded you that it truly was Sam behind your pleasure was the familiarity of his hands and the weight of your adoration for him. You despised that both brothers seemed to make you into a fool for them with ease, like it was not a struggle for them to hold complete power over you with a single glance. Their power had only grown stronger over the months, and it could only be accredited to you falling victim to love. It was almost funny, how you claimed harm at their hands, but seemed to be holding the gun and prompting the pull of the trigger.
Your hips moved down on him, desperate for any type of friction to relieve the growing ache between your legs. One of his hands dropped downwards, settling on your ass and holding you to him, his own need showing through the small action. You let out a hiss of pleasure as he gently sunk his teeth into your nipple, the surprise of his action adding to the sensation. He broke away from you, looking up at you with lust heavily clouding his gaze. You were both long overdue for more, and weren’t willing to wait any longer. You shuffled to your feet, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off in one swift motion. He let his eyes drift over your exposed skin, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to comprehend your beauty. He was practically feral at the sight, crazed at the thought of being able to see you in such a way, but he held himself back in hopes that you could make the night last as long as possible.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, catching your eye as he spewed out the compliment. You felt your cheeks heat red, a smile pulling on the corner of your lips as the words struck you like lightning. A compliment from Sam was worth the world and more, and you knew you could live off them for the rest of your life.
Everything about the brothers was so phenomenal that it made it hard to believe that they were real; you could not comprehend perfection taking form in a human body, but somehow the universe had managed it twice. You wanted to love them forever, to never know what it was like to be deprived of them, but you knew it was not plausible. It was time for you to grow up, to put a stop to the immature behaviour and finally begin to think first, rather than act. You had let the devil lead the way for far too long, and it was finally time to take back the power that you had willingly given away. The only way to stop the hurt was to stop the entanglement, and even if the idea of losing one or both of them hurt so badly, the decision was long overdue.
Then again, you would not be a Gold Dust Woman if not for your tendency to destroy yourself at the hands of your own desires. In true Gold fashion, you allowed the night to continue on even with the knowledge it would do nothing but make the choice even more difficult.
He stood, slipping his own shirt over his head. You felt the same skip in your heartbeat, the sight immediately taking your breath away. He noticed your reaction, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto his face. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, hoping that he couldn’t sense the nervousness in your tone. Somehow even after months, he still seemed to make you nervous when in his presence. He took a step towards you, cupping your cheek in his hand as he pulled you in for another kiss. It was like an addiction for him, almost impossible to resist. “Shower?” You mumbled against his lips, the idea enticing him almost as much as it did for you.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” He asked, barely parted from you. You let out a giggle, walking away in the direction of the bathroom. He followed closely, not willing to let you get too far away.
You flicked the light on, immediately reaching into the shower and turning on the faucet. Within a few seconds, steam had already began accumulating in the air. Instead of waiting for you to get in, Sam’s hands slipped around your waist. You smiled at the familiar feeling, wishing you could exist within his touch until the end of time. Something about his hands on you gave you the relief you’d been so deeply craving, and not in a sexual sense. The gentleness always eluded to a future without suffering, and even if the momentary touch was the only time you felt that way, it was nice to finally have some peace amidst the chaos.
He pulled you into him, limiting you from stepping into the shower. You wanted to complain, to voice your excitement for the soothing warmth of the water, but being in his arms always triumphed. He leaned down, letting his lips drift over your shoulders and any exposed part of your neck. Your eyes closed, melting into him and willing to accept whatever he had in store for you. With great care, he guided you towards the countertop until your back gently connected with it. The cold shocked you, searing your skin with the unfamiliar temperature, but you didn’t have time to think much about it. Sam had firmly grabbed your hips, lifting you up and setting you down in one swift motion. He moved forward, settling between your legs so easily, like he belonged there without question.
He brought his lips back to your own, but only for a moment. He worked his way down your neck, to your shoulders and down your chest. Slowly, he sunk to his knees before you with his head nestled comfortably between your thighs. You bit down on your lip, silencing the gasp that you so badly wanted to let out. Your heart was racing, overly excited for what was to come next. His fingers were branding his name into you forever. You knew that when the sun rose in the sky, and you took your inevitable step away, your body would still be littered with Sam. It would be so overwhelmingly obvious that distance would not even begin to diminish the strength in which you needed him. In a moment of weakness and fear of the aching loneliness that was to come, you almost jumped into his arms forever. After the moment passed, you knew you could not discard Jake so easily, especially after the raw intimacy you had shared with him.
When Sam’s mouth connected with your cunt, rationality was no longer the leading thought in your head. Although the devil continued to push you further into Sam’s arm, another one was holding you tightly, pleading with you to stop. At first glance, it seemed to want to protect you from the downfall you were headed towards by allowing Sam access to you while feeling such turmoil. Then again, it would not be the devil if it had no ill intent, and it was not holding you back in fear of soothing broken hearts. The part of you leaning away from Sam was leaning directly into Jake, serially motivated by the desire you had for him and your fear of letting him go. As much as you wanted to fall in love with Sam forever, it was just not possible at the moment. As much as you craved to be with Jake, the time was not right. Which was exactly why time is what you needed, spent away from them and their ability to captivate you. The closer you were with them, the harder it was to resist the love they gave to you. Pain was guaranteed either way, but you had to chose the option that you believed would hurt the least.
But only after one more bad decision, of course.
“Fuck,” you panted, chest burning from the lack of air in your lungs. Sam was working hard, determined to prove a point with his tongue. You weren’t certain exactly what he was trying to prove, but he was doing it well. The steam in the air was thick, melt from the shower but some purely from the energy between you both. Your hand was in his hair, gripping at the roots and holding him to you. He hummed against you, pleased with your enjoyment. It seemed the more disheveled you became, the harder he worked to make it worse. “G-god, Sam. Please don’t stop.” You whined as your head fell backwards. Your eyes were squeezed shut, the burning in your belly almost unbearable.
He used his hands on your hips to pull you closer to the edge, tongue never faltering as he did so. He dropped his arm from the hold he had on you and added his fingers to you, slowly pumping them as he moved his mouth upwards to focus on your clit. The moans you were expelling were vulgar, painting the walls with every sin you already had, and continued to commit. You were so lost in pleasure that any thoughts of right and wrong had disintegrated into nothing. Everything was Sam; you felt like you were being consumed by him, his aura so powerful that you were crumbling into nothing. Dying would be an honour if it were at his hands, and you knew that the descent would be nothing but comfortable as long as you could feel his touch until the bitter end. “Sam,” you repeated, unsure if you could hold back your orgasm any longer. He curled his fingers upwards as he pumped them into you, a small encouragement for you to let go.
With the slight change in angle and the relentless speed of his tongue, your legs began to shake. Your muscled tensed, and you felt yourself clench against his fingers. With only last warning, so weak that it barely sounded over the putter of water against the shower floor, your climax washed over you. Your chest ached from the intensity, limbs begging you to relax, but you couldn’t seem to slow the ferocity of the moment. Your head was spinning, filling with thoughts of nothing but the boy between your legs. You were so filled with love for him that you thought your heart may explode. As you came down, sweat glistening on your skin and the pleasure settling into a dull tingle across your body, you finally managed to get a full breath into your lungs. As you did, Sam slowly tapered his pace to a stop, moving away from you to catch his own breath.
You released your hold on his hair, an apologetic look crossing your face for the strength in which you were holding it. He seemed unbothered at the action, eyes still closed in bliss as he ghosted kisses over your thighs. You let your hand fall to his cheek, appreciating him as he showed you the act of kindness. “Shower?” You asked, voice still airy from the intoxication of the orgasm. He let out a hum, too enthralled in you to care about a verbal answer. You managed a small giggle at his enamouring expression, but ultimately had to put a stop to his admiration. “We’ve wasted enough water, come on.” You said, ushering him to stand. He obliged, although not voluntarily. He helped you off the counter, pulling you into him for a moment as he placed a kiss on your head.
“You first,” he promoted, moving out of your way. You slid the glass door open, stepping under the droplets and immediately feeling the relaxing warmth. He followed suit, closing the door behind him. As you sat under the stream of water, he took the opportunity to have the moment of closeness he had been craving so badly. He wrapped his arms around you, hands settling on your lower stomach as he guided you into him. With your back against his chest and his hands on you, you felt unstoppable. The warm water alongside the memory of the orgasm only solidified the feeling. Sam made you feel like you were on top of the world, like nothing could ever hurt you. His love was like a cushion of protection, keeping you away from any harm as long as he was with you.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You said, leaning your head back to rest on him, too.
“We can, princess.” He reminded, the small seed of evil planting in your brain effortlessly. He would do whatever it took to keep you in his arms, and if it meant persuading, he was already thinking of a million reason as to why you should stay. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”
“I know, and I do.” You said, but you didn’t have to finish the statement. He wasn’t ready to face any type of rejection, and you were not willing to dish it out. His hope, although blind by times, was the only thing giving him the will to keep going. “I love you.” You changed topics, hoping the blow would lessen by the sweet phrase. You wished you didn’t already have to use it as an apology, but being apologetic had been the only thing you knew how to do as of recent. You were always sorry for the pain you were inflicting, even if they knew that it was coming. You wondered why it was so common to hurt the ones you love the most, and if it was uncommon, why it was so simple for the three of you to do.
“I know, and I love you, too.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to your cheek. It was beautiful, how much he cared despite knowing how bad it hurt him. You turned your head to meet his mouth, the confession still hitting as hard as it did the first time. You could feel his erection against you; he was desperate for relief even if he was enjoying the sweetness of the moment. You pushed your hips back on him, also eager for the main event after such an emotional night. His grip tightened, enticed by the small movement. The kiss grew messy, both of you at a breaking point long before you ever got into the shower.
He spun you, pushing you against the wall with a new-found energy. Your upper half was flush with the cool tile, and he pulled your hips back to grant himself access to you. He lined himself up with your entrance, fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he pushed his own forward. You both let out a sigh of relief at the feeling, knowing that there were few things in the world that felt as good as it did. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He muttered, closing his eyes to focus only on the way you felt wrapped around him. The heat of the water only amplified every sensation, the steam filling your senses and your brains with the obscene energy that it had leeched from you both. You were feral for each other, uncaring of anything other than the sexual desire between you. The encounter was no longer a solidification of the vulnerability you had shared, but now a need that far outweighed any other that had previously existed.
Sam surpassed any normal person in terms of desire, and quickly manifested himself as one of the most important things to ever exist to you. The thought of being without him was excruciating, and the only thought worse than ones of death. “Harder, please.” You groaned, hands supporting yourself on the wall as he fucked into you. He obliged to the request with little hesitation, pulling you back on him as he thrusted forward. He snaked one hand to your hair, knotting it in his fist and pulling your head away from the wall. He leaned forward, letting his lips rest on your ear as he placed a small kiss to it.
“Does that feel good, princess?” He crooned, voice low and settling straight into your soul. You let out a moan, unable to verbally express the pleasure he was giving you. His grip in your hair tightened, snapping you back to reality for a moment.
“F-feels so good, Sammy.” You muttered, feeling another groan tear through your chest. He hummed against your ear, letting his teeth sink into your earlobe to show his enjoyment of the sounds you were making for him.
“Just want to make you feel good, baby.” His tone was husky, coated with lust and showcasing his desire. He turned your head to the side, just enough so he could capture you in a kiss. He continued moving his hips, never slowing his pace. You let a moan slip into his mouth, driving him further into the cloud of euphoria that was slowly engulfing him. He slipped his hand from your hip, wrapping it around you and settling his fingers between your legs. He began tracing slow circles on your already sensitive clit, making the feeling of every movement even more powerful. You pushed your hips back on him, not ashamed to show him your need for him. A growl came from deep in his chest as he parted from you, the small movement sending him into a frenzy.
He dropped his hand from your hair and used it to hold your hips in place as he began his frenzied attempt to drive you to an orgasm. He didn’t need to try very hard; the knot in your stomach was tightening with every second that passed. “Fuck,” you whined, the fire consuming every nerve in your body.
“Come on, sweet girl.” He encouraged. “Cum for me, baby.” His words hit you hard, the impact nearly stealing the air from your lungs and making your legs grow limp. His hands were holding you steady, making sure you were secure so you didn’t have to worry about anything but your pleasure. You let out another moan, desperation evident in the sound. He continued his relentless effort, moving his fingers faster and with more precision.
“Sam,” you breathed, feeling the pressure reach a peak. Your body tensed as your breath caught in your throat. You tried repeating his name, but it was a useless endeavour. No coherent thoughts were forming, and the only thing coming from your mouth was a slur of curses and moans. Your legs were shaking, weak as they struggled to hold your weight and your heart was erratic against your rib cage.
“That’s it, beautiful.” He coaxed you through, slowly tapering his pace. When your body relaxed and you gained strength to keep yourself upright, he slowed to a stop. “How was that?”
“S-so good,” you stuttered, heaving a heavy breath. He let out a chuckle, amused by your disarray as he pulled out of you. You managed a small groan of discontent at the loss of the feeling, but he ignored you. He gently spun you around so you were facing him, leaning in for a kiss. The gentle action was greatly appreciated; your body was still recovering from the excitement of the moment. His hands planted on your hips once more, but this time he lifted you. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him as your hands snaked around his neck. He pressed your back against the tile, the cold surface a shock, but you were too tired to care. He pressed his lips to yours once more as he lined himself up once again. When he was certain his grip on you was secure enough, he pulled you down on him. You lacked any self control, the feeling euphoric and the sound that came out of you matched the sensation.
“How’s that, Princess?” He hummed, resting his forehead on your own for a heightened sense of intimacy. “Is that better?”
“Mhm,” you nodded against him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You wanted to be as close to him as possible, but the barrier of your bodies was prohibiting what you needed to satisfy the desire. You felt like his being was too powerful; it was consuming you and leaving behind a shell of what you once were. Sometimes, especially in moments like the one you were sharing with him then, it felt like your sole purpose was to love Sam, or to be loved by him, but truth behind the thought was almost too much to bear. There was a part of you devoted to Sam, wanting nothing but to love him for the rest of time, but there was another part that felt the same about Jake. It was horrendous knowing that you could never love one fully without loving the other.
“Give me one more, baby.” He pleaded, fingers bruising the skin as he continued to pull your hips down on him. The request was simple to fulfill, and you knew that it would not take much for him to get what he wanted.
“If you cum with me,” you placed down your own term before an agreement.
“That’s what you want?” He questioned, trying to make it seem like your words did not bother him. In truth, he was struggling to hold himself back and your statement had only driven him closer to the edge.
“God, yes. Please, baby.” You whined, knowing that the longer he was inside you, the closer you were being pushed to insanity. He let out a low sigh, sent into a downward spiral at the sound of your desperation. He hoped he could hold off for long enough to make you cum, and you were hoping to hold off for long enough to please him. You were both hoping for something that meant nothing; the pleasure that was upon you both was too good to refute, and a climax was easier to attain than anything else.
Your mind was abuzz with the love you had for him, the intensity growing with the steady movement of his thrusts. You were delirious, body exhausted from the continuous pleasure and muscles aching from the strain. The water soothed only enough to keep you going, but Sam’s hands were what made you feel best. “I love you,” he whispered. You felt your stomach burn with desire as he voiced the same thought that had been so pressing all night. You knew you could never get sick of him saying it, and you knew you could listen to him say those three words and survive solely off the feeling it provided.
“I love you, Sam.” You groaned, the climax threatening to take hold. “I love you so much.” He pulled you down harder, his cock slamming against your cervix in a pleasurable type of pain. You let out a cry, the sudden sensation immediately sending you into a third orgasm. You were lost in euphoria, barely existing within the same realm anymore. You clenched around him, singing his name as if it was a hymn and he was the god you were praying to. From the sight of your descent alone, it send him over the edge with no mercy. He held you down on him, uttering curses as he spilled his release into you. By the time you both came down, you were breathless and seeing stars. You held each other close in hopes that you could make the moment last forever, but you knew that nothing this fantastic could ever last. The harrowing reality was just around the corner, and you had to understand that this was the last night you could spend with Sam before you had to make the final decision.
He loosened his grip on you, carefully letting you down to your feet and holding you steady in fear your legs might give out. You leaned into his chest, craving comfort after the chaos. You wanted for everything to be over, for the pain to stop and for the happy to last, but you knew that the hurt was only beginning and bound to stay for a while. You listened to his heartbeat as it slowed in his chest, soothed immediately by your touch. “Here,” he said, shifting so you could be fully under the stream of warm water. You let out a hum of satisfaction, the heat soothing any ache that was lingering. He looked around, grabbing a bottle of shampoo while you enjoyed the water. He lathered some in his hands and ushered you back towards him. You rested your back on his chest once more while he brought his hands to your hair, gently rubbing the shampoo into the roots.
You could have fallen asleep in his arms with how relaxing the feeling was. He was gentle, using great caution in fear he might pull on the strands the wrong way. When he was satisfied with his work, he helped you rinse the soap from your hair. He repeated his actions with the conditioner you had sitting on a shelf and held you until you found the energy to wash the rest of your body. He washed his own hair while you scrubbed away the filth of the sins you had partaken in, but the feeling of Sam could never really be washed away. You both finished the normal shower routine and sat in each others company for a moment before turning off the faucet.
When you got out, Sam found a towel on the rack by the sink. He wrapped you in one before worrying about himself, fearful that the temperature change might disturb you. With a small smile on your lips and love in your heart, you both returned to the bedroom with intent to sleep. “I’d like to stay, if that’s okay. If not, I understand.”
“Of course you can, Sammy.” You said, dropping your towel to the floor as you climbed in bed. “I can worry about everything else in the morning, but for now, I want you here with me.” He couldn’t hide the blinding smile he adorned at the sound of your statement. He climbed into bed, pulling you into his arms in one swift motion. You let out a giggle at his enthusiasm, but you knew that you were feeling the same way just from the thought of sleeping by his side.
“I don’t care who you pick, y/n.” He started, letting his fingers trace shapes into the soft skin of your back. “I hope it’s me, but I just want you to be happy. No matter what happens, I’m thankful that I got the chance to love you, even if it’s only for a little while.”
“I’m grateful for that, too.” You agreed, feeling his words settle into your chest and begin to make your heart ache. You closed your eyes, but your mind was far from asleep. You were dreading the morning because it signified separation and moving on, two things that you were far from ready to do. Even if it was the right choice, it did not mean it hurt any less. Same eyes were closed too, thinking about the same things that were disturbing you. Neither of you spoke about them, and neither of you seemed to curb the fear of loss.
It seemed like such a shame for so much love to be shared between the three of you, especially knowing that the end would be nothing but painful. It was a shame that your first experience with love would ultimately burn you and everyone caught in the crossfire. But, it seemed as though your biggest fear of all was not to love or to hurt, but rather the fear of never wanting to love again after the storm settled. For your entire life, you were horrified of vulnerability, and intimacy was the enemy. Now that you experienced it both so beautifully and profoundly, you were most afraid of never feeling it again. You were terrified of being the Gold Dust Woman from the story, rather than the one Jake viewed you as. Beautiful but empty, cold and distant, and always searching for a thrill, yet forever too scared to take the leap. You hoped that you could remain the person Jake had viewed you has when he gave the nickname, but you knew it was not the case. There was only one way to be a Gold Dust Woman, and it was not in any way he chose to perceive you. You had become all that you swore not to be, and there was no escape from it.
Love was no longer the cause of your downfall; in fact, it never really was. It had always been yourself, even if you chose to remain blind to the harsh reality. The problem found home within you, and this time, you had no one else left to blame.
Did she shatter your illusions of love?
Come on, did you really think I’d let Sam go down without a fight? ;)
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Part two
Yandere Alban Knox x Mute Male Reader
Alban smiled happily at the taller male who looked uneasy at the sudden appearance. "M/n kouhai!" He chirped. M/n was quick to walk away before the cat thief grabbed his wrist, his grip a bit too strong. "Why are you running," he had a blank look before it switched into a happy one before M/n could see. "I was trying to give you something!" Yugo looked in worry at the sudden switch in his genmate. "Yo, Aban." He spoke resting his chin on M/n shoulder. He stared at the spot before handing the s/c a decorated cookie... "Ayo. That looks like cum." He spoke up making Alban scream and quickly taken the cookies back. "I think I used too much water! I'll remake these,"
The mute male stared before taking the bag of cookie, he took one and ate it. It was still a bit wet so a bit was stuck to his lips. Yugo and Alban stared in shock. Alban turned red at the sight. Yugo stared in shock before using his sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Oi! You perverted messubuta!" Yugo began screaming in Japanese while Alban was screaming back apologizing. Yugo glared while hurrying to clean the face of the other who stared a bit confused.
He took another cookie. The frosting sticking to his fingers so he calmly licked it off. Alban and Yugo stared before Alban shoved Yugo away and slammed M/n into an empty room. "Wah! Neko-chan! No! Calm yourself!" A hand dragged Yugo away who screeched. "Sonny Brisko—!" He shouted as Sonny smiled innocently.
"Mine. Please be mine, Kouhai." He whispered tracing his hands over your features on your face before gently rubbing away the small spot of icing. He leaned down and licked the icing away. You jolt feeling his knee gently grinding against your dick. "M/n," he purrs while slipping his hands into your shirt, running his fingers up your stomach and to your chest.
He was doing whatever he could for you to speak to him, any noise, even a curse would satisfy him. Something that only he would hear. Your eyes fluttered closed trying to keep calm, to not say a single word or sound out of spite. You knew how Alban looked at you. How he lust for you and how possessive he was.
"You're hard, M/n." He whispered gleefully and pulled his knee away to look at the bulge he created. "This is something Yugo will never see." He spoke happily. "You didn't let him touch you, right? Everything is for me right?" He spoke making you feel annoyed and flustered. You shake your head. "That's great!"
He continues to rant about Yugo. Of course, it's tame. Yugo is his friend and almost like a brother... You grunt in annoyance as hencontiues.
"... Don't... Talk about Yugo... Like that." You struggle to say... Alban stared at you. Both hurt and angered. "Do... Do you have a crush on him?" You glared at feeling frustrated. "No! He's my otouto!" You raised your voice.
The two of you pause. Alban stops every movement. "Otouto... You're Yugo's brother?!" It slowly makes sense... "Wait! So why does he keep cockblocking me?!" He shouts. Feeling the tightness in your pants was getting too much.
'Crash!'
"Alban! Get away from him!" "Yugo please!"
Yugo shoved Alban away and helped M/n up, he pointed at the cat angrily. "Don't touch him again! Ya hear me," you ruffled his hair, calming him down. "Alban. Ask me out normally next time." Yugo screamed. "No!"
Alban stared.
"Hai! Please be mine, only mines! If you date anyone else I know how to hide their bodies! Sonny will help!"
Sonny nodded happily.
"On second thought..."
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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 4 - Social Cues
--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.
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“Wah, this is amazing!” Soobin’s eyes lit up.
Ever since middle school, He’s been using an antique sewing machine that his grandfather gifted to him. Finally giving out in Soobin’s junior year of college, his fabric went through the newer machine with ease as he only pushed the fabric on his end.
Choosing an empty sewing room, he felt content as he figured nobody would use this room since there were 4 other rooms before this one.
Gently pulling out a doll that was also gifted to him by his grandfather, Soobin looks down at her with a dreamy smile. “Your dress is gonna look amazing”
Now alone in a room, nothing could stop him-
The door flies open revealing the last person Soobin thought he’d ever see
Y/n L/n
You were disheveled, your ripped stockings along with scraps on your kneels and leaves in your hair; not to mention the death glare that was printed across your face.
It looks like you were lost in a jungle or at least crashed into a street light bc you were too busy tweeting rather than watching where you were going.
Soobin was flabbergasted as he didn’t expect anyone to come in especially when he was talking to his doll.
Your face did not help the situation at all, “Y-Y/N?! I-“ Soobin tried to save himself but turning so quickly caused his doll to fly from his hands.
It’s like his world slowed down watching his prized possessions fly through the air yet just as fast as he lost her the faster he was to throw himself down to catch the doll.
Landing on his side he quickly checked his doll for any damage “I’m so sorry! Does anything hurt-” He yells towards the doll but quickly stops as he realizes he's not the only person in the room.
Looking up you guys lock eyes ‘Oh god’ he thought
“What the hell?” You questioned as Soobin shut his eyes hiding the doll in his chest ‘It's over’
“You know how to sew?! That’s so awesome!!”
Soobin opened his eyes confused only to find you staring back at him with stars in your eyes “You know how to use the machines!”
He sat up on his knees “Oh well, my grandfather owns an antique doll shop so i learned how to sew when I was a kid,”
“Just kind always knew”
“That’s so cool!! Wait is that one of the dolls, can I see it?” You said excitedly joining Soobin on the floor.
With a lot of hesitation, Soobin decided to hold out the doll. Slowly you scooted closer to examine it “Wow she’s so beautiful”
His heart skipped a beat shocked by your reaction “Her eyes even sparkle” you whispered
Looking at you, he smiled as his cheeks warmed up feeling good about someone complimenting something he loves.
“So did you make this doll?”
“Oh no, my grandpa is the one that made her… I’m not there yet I still only know how to make clothes-“
“Hold the phone. You know how to make clothes?”
Soobin shrugged his shoulders “Yeah?”
“For real?” looking at him with such curiosity made him stumble through his words “I mean yeah but that easily-“Before he could finish speaking you had already pulled off your top leaving you in your undershirt.
Blood rushed to his face as you stood up grabbing the edge of your undershirt revealing a bit of your tummy.
Absolutely dumbfounded, Soobin had NO IDEA what to make out of this situation.
Lifting the thin fabric over your head, the cold air hits your back. Looking over at Soobin who looks like he’s trying not to pass out, you suddenly feel self-conscious and ask him to turn around where he gladly (and quickly) faces the other way.
Trying so hard to forget the color of your bra and the way they sat so perfectly in the cups. Soobin internally freaks out trying not to feel like a high school student but his stupid perverted brain is making up these scenarios in his head
“Hey Soobin”
“I’ll do it!- I mean how can I help you?” Mentally face-palming at his words he can hear the insecurity in your voice “You can start by looking at me”
Feeling so embarrassed and guilty he says “w-why?”
“Please just turn around”
Taking a deep breath he looks over his shoulder.
You stood there with a piece of black cloth draped over your body, not sure what it might be Soobin definitely envisioned something more or actually something completely less.
Obviously embarrassed you found it hard to stay still “I'm not done with it okay!” You said nothing meeting Soobin’s eyes whatsoever
“I know I’ve got a lot to learn but what do you think? Any advice?” You asked squeezing your eyes shut
“Uh on what? What exactly are you wearing?” He spoke so bluntly as it felt like someone stabbed you in the back
Bending down to grab your phone, Soobin immediately turned away avoiding any panty shots. Turning back at the sound of you clearing your throat, Soobin finds a phone in his face.
Taking the phone he sees an anime character on your screen, she's wearing gothic maid-esce attire “It’s that!” You said
Soobin looked between the photo and you not finding any resemblance to the clothes the characters’ wearing “Well I mean it’s going to be that when I’m done”
“It’s just a little project, I made it” This completely shocked him causing him to stand up
“What, you’re joking right?”
“No, I’m being totally serious, I worked really hard on it”
Soobin looked at the picture one more time “Are you sure because that looks like nothing you have no right now”
“I don’t know what you’re wearing but it’s definitely not this!” Boom, it’s like a bus hit you
“This type of material is supposed to have a lining” Soobin explained but just being hit by a bus you stumbled to comprehend anything “a-a lining?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what a lining is?!!! Who taught you how to sew?!”
You practically dusted away as Soobin walked over to you grabbing the fabric by your thigh “And look at this!!”
“Your seams are falling apart!! Why didn’t you backstitch them?!”
“And these stitches right here, did you sew them with no bobbin?”
“Oh my god, this is actually horrible!!”
Switching his attention to your neck line “I mean come on!!! Why would you change the tense on the dial right there? Are you-?!!” He was gonna continue but the sound of your whimper cut him off
Look up at your face he sees you trying to hold back tears
Next thing you knew Soobin’s forehead met the ground “Please! Forgive me, I went way too far, I am so sorry!”
“Kill me now! I insist!” He said on the floor
“What?! No, get up!”
“I’ll do anything for you just please tell me!” Soobin told you feeling like a complete idiot for not picking up social cues
“Stop that! I’m not mad!” You shouted as he shook “Not even a little bit!”
He recounted his life wondering how he got to this point “Seriously dude, it’s okay” you told him patting his head.
He peered up at you as you walked towards the window.
“So here’s the thing,” you spun around facing Soobin making a stance “This dress is the first step to achieving my goal!”
“Goal?” He questioned
“Yup! To cosplay!”
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A Drunk Bunny (Chevalier x MC drabble)
It was late in the afternoon. And when Chevalier entered his private library after finishing his duties, he expected his little bunny to greet him as she always did.
Instead he was met with silence. He frowned, the feeling of disappointment filling his chest.
He headed for her room, expecting to find her there but it was empty. He thought that maybe she decided to visit his room so he headed there, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He came to the conclusion that she must still be having lessons with Sariel and he headed to the minister’s office.
Only to find him sitting on his desk, alone.
“Your highness, are you looking for MC? I’m afraid she left my office more than 2 hours ago. I was told she was having a party with the domestic faction.”
And so, the white tiger headed for the domestic faction office, a place he rarely ever goes to.
He could hear the voices and laughter from the other end of the corridor and he opened the door without knocking.
What was supposed to be an office was as messy as he remembered. Books and documents were everywhere, bottles were rolling on the floor and his lover and brothers were all sitting in the couches around a table full of Alcohol and sweets that Yves most likely baked.
They all turned toward him and as soon as MC saw him her face lit up.
“OMG! Look who is here! My dear lover came for me?”
Chevalier’s eyes widened at MC’s loud voice and overly cheerful behavior.
She was slurring, her cheeks were red and she could hardly keep herself straight as she stood up.
She tried to walk toward him only to trip on a stack of books. Thankfully Licht, who also seemed very drunk, caught her.
Chevalier walked toward them, ready to retrieve his bunny out of this beast’s den.
“Let’s go.” He said as he grabbed her hand.
“No! I still wanna drink more!! Please, Darling!" She resisted him and his eyes widened.
His shy, calm and soft MC dared to call him Darling in front of all his brothers. It took her a while to even start calling him Chevalier without his title. Yet she said the word “darling” quite easily and he couldn’t say he disliked it.
Jin started laughing loudly as MC pulled her hand out of my grasp and sat back in her spot next to Licht. She grabbed her empty cup and brandished it like a trophy before drinking from it only to notice it was empty. After a few seconds of staring at the empty cup she looked up at me, her eyes full of tears.
“Chevie, where is my wine?”
Leon was the one who laughed this time. The sight of me so lost over her childish demeanor seemed to please him.
“Here is your wine, little lady.” Jin tried to fill her cup but MC grabbed the bottle and drank directly from it.
This was a sight to behold. He knew for sure she would regret this demeanor the next morning.
Chevalier grabbed the bottle out of her hand and carried her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“You drank enough for today.” He said as he started walking toward the door.
“Wah! Licht save me! I’m being kidnapped!” She flailed in his arms but his grasp on her was strong.
Licht was snoring lightly and it seemed he was too drunk to keep himself awake.
Chevalier could hear his brother’s laughter as he left the office, and as he walked through the long corridor, his drunk bunny finally stopped flailing.
“Ugh….i think I’m gonna puke.” She must be uncomfortable from being carried like that.
Chevalier stopped walking and adjusted her as nicely as he could so she was carried in his arms like a princess.
“Nooooo! Everyone is going to see my panties!”
“You're wearing a long skirt, simpleton.”
Damn, if she can’t even remember what she was wearing she must be quite drunk.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck. He flinched. This was quite an unusual thing for her to do.
“Stop.Or I’ll drop you.” He said.
“Hehe! I know you would never!” She wrapped her arms more tightly against him and he sighted.
“It is not like you to drink so much. Did something happen?” Chevalier asked his drunk MC, hoping to get a straight answer out of her.
“Hehe I was just so happy and the alcohol was so good!”
“Did you enjoy the party that much?” He frowned. The thought of her enjoying herself with his foolish brothers more than she did when she was with him displeased him.
“Yeah! Jin and Leon were telling me about your childhood! I was so happy to learn more about you!” she said, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
Once they arrived in his room, he set her as gently as possible on his bed.
She laid there quietly as he fetched some water from the pitcher on his desk.
He made her drink the water and before long she was snoring softly.
He looked at her for a while gently rubbing her cheek, not quite believing what he witnessed.
He did not like her being so vulnerable in an office full of beasts but he had to admit she was so cute and bold unlike her usual composed behavior.
This was yet another side of her he discovered and that only made him love her more.
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“Cmon!” Bubblegum said as she stretched the hose. “Come... ON!” The hose snapped as she stretched it too far, wrecking the rest of it. She held the broken item in her hand, her hopes of fixing it gone, dashed to the winds.
She threw it away in a fit of anger. “Grob, DAMMIT!!!” She then thrusted the butt of her flamer into the ground, stabbing the Earth over and over again in a tantrum.
“MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOOOTHERRR!!!” She then paused upon her last strike. Some tears began to slowly trickle out of her eyes. She was holding them back, but the thought she couldn’t fix a simple hose had gotten under skin.
She then leaned back into the tree she sat under with her palms in her eyes. She sighed deeply, trying not to sob over this mess. She wiped away her tears and got herself mostly under control as she looked around the forest, she was in.
It was an oxbow lake she was on specifically, a sort of moated island the river naturally made then mostly left.
There were flowers basking in the sun, bees and butterflies tending to them. It was beautiful, which gave her some comfort. The place was peaceful, something she craved. She looked around more scanning the area to admire the wonders of nature, working together in harmony, shifting her head from one way to the other.
She knew their popular names, Giant Honeybees, Starwing Butterflies, Sugar flowers. But she also knew their scientific names, ones given to them in the Ancient languages of the Latins and Greeks, those pioneers of Science & Culture that she admired and whose traditions she continued in a way to honor them.
The Magna Apis.
Stella Cornu Gloria.
Ursa Mino- wait what?
“Hi!” Said the Bear Boy with a cheerful smile.
“AAAAAAAA!” Screamed the Princess as if she was some sort of victim in a horror movie.
“AAAAAAAA!” Shrieked the boy like a girl.
The two screamed and they harmonized, killing much of the tension in the air. Then their harmonized screaming slowly pittered out, the two staring at eachother for several moments, as if time had stopped just so they could do so, only the sound of running water keeping them company.
The two gazed upon one another, they saw each other as strangers, yet they both felt like they have somehow met before.
A butterfly landed on the bear boys head, which snapped the Princess back to reality.
“You snuck on me there! Hehehe.” She chuckled with a mild blush, realizing it was rude to stare, thinking about how silly it was.
“Yeah, uh, s-sorry about that! Sneakin ain’t my usual style.” Said Finn as he kept a respectful distance.
“How long were you there for? WERE YOU SPYING ON ME?!” She demanded.
“Wah?! NO! NO NO NO! Well, not on purpose! See I was walkin through the woods and I kinda spotted you sittin under this tree and you started fiddlin with that thing-a-ma-jig-thingy and you sorta... started crying and stuff, so I came outta hiding to see if you needed some consolin and junk.”
“That’s what spying is ya dingus!!!” She said in anger. “That’s twisted creepy! ACHOO!”
“Bless you.” Said Finn.
“Danke.” Said Bonnie.
“Well, I wasn’t doin it on purpose and... um... I’m sorry.” Finn said with sincerity. “Do you... need help?”
Bonniebel’s anger subsided slowly, she remembered it was a public space, one that she technically owned, but he had a right to be out here like anyone else. She had no right to be angry with him spying on her.
“...Y-you... got a hose or something on ya?” She asked, trying to be polite, not expecting him to have anything on him she could use.
“Uh...” He flipped his backpack open, emptying out its contents. It was mostly junk, food, drinks, a pencil, a toy slingshot.
“Hey, lemme see that slingshot!” She said. The boy passing the item to her. Then she noticed it was a rubber band and not a tube. “Ugh, no, that won’t work. I need a tube hose.” She then tossed it back to the kid. “Thanks anyways.”
“Hmmm... why not, make a tube from something, like clay or dough?” Finn offered the pink lady.
Bubblegum felt a tinge of anger from the suggestion, she brushed her hair out of her face, ready to give the kid a piece of ehr mind. “A tube from claydough? Really? That s...” Then she paused and realized she was made of gum, which was like claydough. “Actually... gimme that pencil, will ya!”
Finn gave her the writing utensil. She took it and then ripped off a piece of her hair, with which she began to roll into a ball, then wrapped it onto the pencil, and kept rolling it until it was an even shape.
She spent a minute working it until it was satisfactory. She then pulled the pencil out, giving it back to the kid and then attached the new tube to her flamer, taking another moment to shape it just right.
Then she stood up, lifted the flamer, lit the flame, and gently squeezed the trigger. Out poured a great blast of fire into the air. “OOO-HO-HO-HO YEEE-HEHEHESSSS!” Said the Princess like she was a giddy pyrophiliac. Which she was not, mostly, that was Flame Princess, probably.
“SHAMAZOZOW!!! THAT IS AWESOME!!!” Finn cheered with his fist up in the air. “You invented a flamethrower?! That is so cool!”
Bubblegum felt a tinge of pride within her, which she tempered with humble honesty. “Heh, well, invented in a strong and inaccurate term. All I did was just build off of the concept and replicated previous designs for my purposes. But I did design this one myself. I actually have better ones back at my place, including a handheld one I use for cookin!”
“A handheld flamethrower?!” Finn asked rhetorically. “That is so cool! Or hot! Spicy hot! Spice!”
“Heh! Spice!” She said back to him, liking the term.
“Spicy spice flamethrowers are so spice!” Said Finn with enthusiasm.
“Yes! So. Very. Spice!” Bubblegum said with emphasis, followed by a cascade of cathartic laughter, something in which Finn joined along with her as if she told a profoundly deep joke.
Bubblegum then kept on laughing for a while longer, slowing down as fell on her butt, relaxing a bit. Whatever tension was between the two, it was gone, almost like it was never there and she was in the company of an old friend.
“So, feelin better?” Finn asked the lady.
“Yeah, actually, I do feel better! In fact... I can’t say when I last laughed like that! Thanks kid!”
“No problemo! If you need any help, I’m your Man!” He said with a gentle seriousness.
“Heh, I’ll keep that in mind, I actually need some help from time to time. So, what brings you out to the taffy forest?”
“Oh, I’m on my way to the Candy Kingdom for the first time, as a birthday present for myself! I just turned 12! I’m gonna go see the Princess!”
“PFFT! Hahaha!” The Princess laughed, almost like he was being absurd. “You wanna see the Princess?! What for?” She asked, wondering if the kid had something particularly important to ask her. Probably for a toy or cake or something.
“Well, I heard a lot of stuff about her havin probs, like big probs! Big problems she can’t solve and how they’re makin her grumpy n stuff over it all, cuz she can’t get any time to herself! So I thought I would come and help so she can do stuff she wants to do and live her! Cuz Princesses got rights to have fun and junk too!” He explained in a rather quick and long winded, almost deadpan manner.
Bubblegum stared at him waiting if the child had anything else to say. “Th-thats why you wanna see the Princess?” She asked, almost not believing him. “Just so you can ask to help her? And that’s your birthday wish?”
“Well I wanted to check out some other stuff. Never been to the Candy Kingdom, or any city for that matter. My brother Jake is easin me into things about life and all that song & dance.”
He sounded childish, as the bear boy should, he was 12, but he also sounded completely sincere as opposed to not really meaning what he says or understanding what he means.
“So you... just... wanna help the Princess with her problems to take the time off for herself in exchange for... what?” She wanted to know what he wanted in return, or if he actually thought any of it through.
“Nothin! Just wanna have fun doin quests for her so she can have a good time and stop bein a grumpy butt or whatever! Not to mention I get to help all kinds of other peeps while doin it!”
“Huh...” She huffed in surprise, a bit of her cynicism subsiding. “Why help m-... her specifically and not somebody else like somebody out in the town?”
“Why? Why not! I mean... u-um...” Finn pondered the question, trying to think of it longer term reasons besides just doing it. “Well, shes the Princess, so shes got the job of lookin after everybody. So, if I help her, I can help lots of folks all at once!!!”
“And... you just trust her to know what she's doing and stuff? You would just do it for her?”
“Heck yeah I would!” He threw his hands up into the air. “Cuz that’s what guys like me do! She’s the Princess so she probably knows what to do when it needs doin!”
Bubblegum stared at him, he had such a light and energy that sort of made her own sour dour fade, like a shadow by the sun. She liked his enthusiasm and wished more people had it.
“...What are you anyways?” She asked.
He gasped. “I...” He stood up onto his feet and in front of her and pulled out a golden sword from his backpack, raising it up into the air. “-am an Adventurer! And I wanna be a Hero!!! Just like Billy!”
“Like Billy?” She asked, giving a soft giggle. He was a kid with a petty dream, probably playing more than actually meaning it. “Well, you got a long way to go. I mean you aren’t exactly hero shaped right now. More life... friend shaped!”
“Well, yeah, I guess I am.” Finn agreed, looking upon himself. “Gotta start somehow, yknow?!”
“Yeah, I like your attitude.” She agreed as she stood up, towering above the boy. “You’ll grow tall.”
The two starred at one another, gentle soft smiles were on their faces, a gentle breeze blowing as the sun casts its warming rays upon them. It was almost as if time had stopped for a while.
“But don’t forget to enjoy your childhood.” She warned, breaking the silence, snapping back to reality. “You only get to have one for so long. Some people don’t even get to really have one.”
“YEAH! Cuz bein a kid, is... well it’s... Blabbabloopy!!!” He declared.
Bubblegum felt a sting of reality, a longing for something she saw everywhere, every day, something right in front of her right there and now but could never have for herself. Her duty to the burden of leadership and sacrificing for the good of others demanded that she could never even try to have a childhood of her own. Far too many people were relying on her.
People like the boy in front of her.
She had to protect them all.
This sweet innocence of the boy, who did not know her name, yet was eager to be her friend and help her however he could. As if they were never strangers to begin with.
One day the boy who thirsts for adventure would be gone, replaced by an adult, maybe like herself. But for now, she needed to protect him from anythig that would hurt him, even his own foolishness.
She smiled at him, one that came easily. “Well, maybe when you grow taller you’ll appreciate it even more! Heh... blabbabloopy! Hehehe... What’s your name anyways, kid?” She asked.
“My name? I didn’t tell you?!” He asked in confusion.
“Nope!” She answered, sucking on her cheek. “Guess ya forgot!”
“Oh, sorry, It’s Finn! Nice to meet ya!” He said with a toothy smile.
“Finn? Finn... Finn Finn Finn!” She said. “I like that name! It has an elegance to it!”
“Whelp, it’s been a blast lady! Be seein ya!” Finn waved as he turned to wander.
“Wait, where are you going?!” She said in shock, having not given her name yet, she was actually a bit offended. He must have forgotten his manners, or that she didn’t give him her name yet.
“The Candy Kingdom!” He said. “I’m off to see Princess Bubblegum, like I said! See ya later!”
She gave the boy a glare. “What makes you think you haven’t already met her, Finn?” Said Bonniebel with a tinge of anger, honied with a tone of teasing.
“Huh?” Finn looked back at the girl. “What do you mean?”
“Kinda obvi, ain’t it?” She asked. Was this kid actually dense or did he not know how to spot a Princess when he saw one? Especially one as famous as she was.
“...Um... ar-... are you her!?” Finn guessed, unsure if that was what she meant.
“Yup!” She confirmed, planting her hand on her hips, striking a pose of triumph. “I am Princess Bonniebel Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” She then gave a formal curtsy.
“No way!” Finn said.
“Yes way! I am happy to fulfill your birthday wish.” She began with a happiness in her voice, like it was coming out of her chest. “As I am su-”
“Nah-nah, I mean, no way!” Finn interrupted. “You can’t be the Princess!”
Bonnie stared at the kid and gaffed at him with a huff. “Uh... yeah, I am! I am obviously the Princess!” She retorted, thinking the Bear Boy creature really was dense. Maybe he needed his ears cleaned?
“Nah, you can’t be, why would a Princess be out here in the middle of the woods. Plus you don’t have a crown! Princesses need crowns to let everybody know they’re Princesses! It’s the rules and stuff!” He threw his hands up into the air as he approached the girl.
“Uh, first of all, I can be out here if I want, these are my woods!” She said with a hint of righteous arrogance, like a teacher lecturing a student. “Second of none, I DO have a crown! It’s on my head, as you can clearly see! I mean, it’s more like a Tiara, but it totes counts!” She pointed to her head, bowing a little to show it off.
Finn stared at Bonnie’s head for a moment, scanning it. “...I don’t see nothin.” He shrugged.
“Are you blind?!” She asked in frustration. “Or color blind and it’s blending in or something?!” She then placed he hand upon her head. “It’s right... there...”
The Princess then waved her hand around her head, then rubbed her hands directly upon it, only to discover the shocking horror.
“Oh FFFFFUUUUUUU-” She began, only remembering just now that a child was present. “-uuuu-dge. Fudge.” She censored. “Fudge, FUDGE! FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE ME ALL THE WAY TO CHURCH!!!”
“I like fudge!” Finn commented, partly trying to diffuse her anger by being silly, but also stating a fact.
“I LOST MY CROWN!!!” She yelled, almost panicking as she searched around the area. “OH GLOB! I-I need to retrace my steps! Oh Grob it better not fallen intot he river!”
“Whoa calm down, Princess! It’s just a piece of jewelry!” Finn said, trying to calm her down. “Nothin you can’t replace!”
“MY CROWN IS A SYMBOL OF MY AUTHORITY! One that you clearly demonstrated that I needed!” She spat. “Besides, the crown itself isn’t all that important, the Gem is! I NEED that Gem! More than anything else! It’s crucial to the lands safety.”
“Oh zip! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to downplay it!” Finn said with remorse, feeling an icy chill of regret. “What does it look like!? I’ll help find it!”
She huffed and then sighed. She did need his help right now in finding it and this was her fault for losing it to begin with. No need to take out her anger on him for something he didn’t mean to do.
“Okay, thanks kid, I appreciate it! Now it looks... like... what’s he’s wearing right now.” Her face grew into one of fear as she pointed behind Finn.
“Wuh?” Finn looked behind himself and saw a pink guy on the top of the waterfall wearing a red gown, a fashionably cute Tiara meant for girls, sporting a most mighty and righteous beard.
“Hey good lookin!” Said the Ice King with a grin most crazy wicked. “Watchya got cookin?”
Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 7 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]
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regret | mark imagine #1
Title: Regret
Genre: Angst (with a happy ending though)
Warnings: Mentions of arguing, and depression
Word Count: 1231k
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I’ve really been wanting to write more imagines for the Dream members. So I am grateful for this opportunity! Just a side note, it was a little hard at first for me to visualize Mark reacting impulsively. He’s such a sweet and considerate person. I still hope this was okay. Thank you for reading ^-^
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Lately, the company was just not giving Mark a break. His schedules were so tightly packed with rehearsals, interviews, recordings, and stages. As a result, he’s been quite stressed because of it all. He was so busy that he had to cancel dates with you, and hasn’t been able to answer your texts.
It wasn’t like you texted him 24/7, just to occasionally check up on him. You never took it too personally if he left you on read, knowing he was probably occupied with work. But one day, Jaehyun asked if you could come to the company building. He said that Mark’s been overworking himself, and was concerned for his mental health.
You were in your apartment, studying late in the evening when his member called. But you didn’t hesitate to leave your things to go see your boyfriend. Since most restaurants were closed, you stopped by the convenience store to get some snacks and drinks for the guys.
By the time you got to the practice room, the group was just finishing up the dance routine to the song that was playing. Immediately you were overwhelmed when the members came over to greet you. They were especially pleased when you didn’t come empty-handed.
“Wah, that’s so kind of you (Y/n)-ah. Thank you!” Taeyong exclaimed and took the grocery bags for you.
You smiled and turned to find Mark. He barely acknowledged you when he came over. But you chose to brush it off, taking it as him just being tired from practice. However, his behavior didn’t change as time passed on. You tried to catch his eyes now and then, as the guys conversed with each other. After a while, you worked up the courage to say something to him.
You gently nudged his knee. “Babe, are you alright? You haven’t eaten anything.”
“I’m not hungry,” Mark muttered, causing you to feel only more worried.
He never responded to you so coldly before. Still not wanting to give up so fast, you picked up one of the snacks and reached for him to take it.
“Are you sure? I got the chips you liked—” You started to say before Mark slammed the chip bag down on the floor. His actions caused you to flinch and gained attention from the other members.
He sighed in frustration, “Can you just stop? Seriously, just because I’ve been busy, it doesn’t mean you can just come in during our dance practices like this. You don’t need to be so clingy.”
The room fell silent, as they stared at the boy in slight shock. Surely none of them, including you, had expected him to lash out like this. Immediately you felt a lump in the back of your throat. You were both hurt by his words and embarrassed that this had to happen in front of his members.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way,” You mumbled, slowly getting up on your feet.
Quickly realizing what he just said, Mark and some of the other members called your name as you left. But you couldn’t look back, too afraid to let them see you cry. You never expected Mark to speak so harshly toward you. Usually, he was so sweet and gentle with his words.
His words kept replaying through your head, during the bus ride and when you returned home. Maybe you were clingy and didn’t notice until now. Regardless, Mark was clearly annoyed by you. You laid in your bed, angrily wiping away the tears that continued to fall.
Mark had accidentally brought you back down into a spiral of dark thoughts and insecurities. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a depressive episode, and you’ve nearly forgotten what it was like. But from experience, you knew this was only the beginning of a breakdown.
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“Dude, that wasn’t okay,” Johnny called him out. He was the first one to speak up after you had left. Mark had his head in his hands, hating himself.
“I know Hyung, I messed up.”
This was not he had wanted things to go. He had been trying to keep all his feelings to himself, though he knew he could withstand his stress for only so long. Truly, he hadn’t meant to take his frustrations out on you.
Mark texted you and tried calling, but you didn’t pick up. Sighing to himself, he decided to let it go for now. Maybe you were asleep and would respond tomorrow. But you didn’t reply the next day or the day after that.
As the days passed by, Mark felt more anxious. He could tell you were distancing yourself away from him. You guys rarely fought, so he wasn’t sure what to do. The members had never seen the rapper in such a gloomy mood. They were concerned for both of you.
“I just saw (Y/n) at the store,” said Haechan one day.
Mark sprang up from his seat, “Really? Did she say anything to you?”
“Nothing much. But she didn’t look too good, Hyung.” The maknae went to sit beside him. “It’s been a week already. You should talk to her.”
“I don’t know, Haechan-ah.” Mark started to shake his head. “I don’t want to hurt her more than I already have.”
Haechan sighed, “Just apologize to her. You need her right now, and she needs you.”
After some contemplating, Mark decided to go see you as Haechan suggested. When you went to answer the door, he quickly noticed the change in you. You looked as if you hadn’t slept in days, and appeared to have lost some weight too. Mark hated to see you like this, knowing he was the cause.
“Mark? What are you doing here?” You asked. He nearly broke down, when he heard how weak your voice sounded.
Trying to hold himself together, “(Y/n)-ah, can we talk?”
He saw the brief hesitation in your expression before you stepped away from the door.
“Come in.”
The two of you awkwardly settled in the living room. You had grabbed a yellow cat plushie that Mark had won for you at an arcade. You held the stuffed animal close, unsure of what to expect.
Just apologize to her, Mark remembered Haechan’s words. That was what he needed to start with.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, (Y/n)-ah,” He breathed. “I didn’t mean what I said to you the other day. I was just tired and wasn’t thinking properly.”
A small smile formed on your lips as you shook your head. “No, I understand. You’ve been so stressed with work. I can hardly blame you for getting upset.”
“But that doesn’t excuse how I treated you,” Mark said. “You’ve been nothing but supportive and understanding. While I’ve only caused you pain.”
He hung his head low, afraid to make eye contact with you. He was taken aback when you placed your hand on top of his.
“I forgive you, Mark,” You spoke softly. “Just try not to bottle all your stress anymore. I’m your girlfriend for a reason, you know.”
“I know. I’ll come to you from now on, I promise.”
Your heart broke when you saw the tears in his eyes. You didn’t have a second thought before engulfing the boy in a much-needed embrace. Mark smiled, as your chin rested on his shoulder. He missed this.
You felt him place a kiss on your temple before he held you closer and whispered,
“We’re going to be okay.”
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if you are taking prompts :0 mjf/yuta, your choice of interaction/scenario/sex/etc? adore your writing sm. hope the pain resolves soon!
yes absolutely! no sex sadly as yuta/max is a bit of a notp, but there's some degree of unresolved sexual tension and it ended up way angstier than i anticipated, wah! hope it's still good anon <3
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His hands clench against the soft, almost plush fabric of Max’s scarf. It’s so, so tempting to give in to the urge to slam his head back against the wall, leave him in a pool of blood the way he’d promised, but he figures that’s exactly what Max expects him to do.
And the last thing he wants to do is to play into his hands. To do anything Max expects. Anything Max wants.
“You should have stayed gone,” he hisses, and his voice doesn’t crack, which is a fucking godsend, because he knows Max would love nothing more than to see him cry. “Nobody fucking wants you here.”
Max just looks at him, smiling that smug half-smile like he’s already won, and Yuta knows he should shut up, let go, walk away and not give him any more ammunition, but he’s—he’s too angry, feels like he’s a soda bottle that’s been shaken up, the pressure building up inside him, looking for an outlet.
Deep down, he knows part of this is displacement. It’s not just Max, but Max is the easiest target, especially given he can’t get anywhere near Garcia right now, and Bryan’s vanished in the wake of grovelling to Moxley. Max, though... Max doesn’t have any friends, except the one, the one that Yuta had thought—
“Are you so fucking dissatisfied with your own life that you have to come back and ruin everyone else’s, too? Does Regal know you’re gearing up to stab him in the back? Because I know you, Max, I know that’s what you’re planning—”
It’s a mistake; the words spill out of him like a dam overflowing, and Max’s half-smile goes wide, even as his eyes turn sympathetic.
“You’d know all about stabbing people in the back, wouldn’t you?” Max murmurs, raising his hand, pressing it against the bare skin of Yuta’s chest. The touch is gentle, like... well, like nothing he’d ever expected from Max’s hand on him, and it catches him by surprise, which he thinks is the only reason he doesn’t slap it away.
He looks down instead, transfixed, as Max trails his fingers from one shoulder, down across his body to the dip in the skin at his hips, and then back again across his belly to the other side, making him shiver. Makes a clicking noise with his tongue, like... like a...
It’s less a stab in the back, more a dagger right through the ribs.
“Maybe you and me, we’re not so different after all, huh?”
Yuta shoves him away instinctively. Can’t even find it in himself to be satisfied at the pained expression that crosses Max’s face as his head smacks against the wall.
“I am nothing like you,” he spits out. Walks away, back to a locker room that feels empty, torn apart. Tries to ignore the heavy, burning feeling of Max’s gaze on his back as he goes.
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Fantasia of the Bookstore Following Footsteps into the Future Chapter 3
Previous Chapter
While he led us to his shop, we told Hugo that I was the Sage and that everyone else were Sage's wizards.
He was definitely startled once Arthur revealed his identity, but not as startled as I would've expected.
Hugo: To be honest, I thought you were probably the prince from the moment we met.
After all, there's only so many wizards named Arthur. And it was obvious just looking at how you hold yourself that you're a noble… It's only natural to put together that you were almost certainly this country's prince.
But it's still a bit hard to believe that this is the legendary Oz… I'd heard rumors that he looked like a dark-haired young man, but I hadn't believed them.
Cain: Haha, I know exactly how you feel. I mean, I know I sure wasn't expecting the Oz I'd grown up hearing stories about to look like a porcelain doll when we first met.
Hugo: Yeah. He looks similar to the description in Dromos's Demon King of the Far North, though that one had blue eyes, and the one in Miedo's Spirited Away by the Demon King was very short…
Riquet: Dromos? Miedo? Are those the names of authors?
Hugo: Yes! They're not especially well-known, but they both specialize in mysteries and thrillers.
In regards to their works based off of the legends surrounding Oz, their descriptions of his ruthlessness when devouring children whole are particularly vivid…
Oz: …
Hugo: …! M--my sincerest apologies, Lord Oz. I can't believe I started talking about such unpleasant stories right in front of you…
Oz: I have lost count of how many such tales have been told. I pay them no heed.
Arthur: Good riddance! Because such false legends were passed down, now we have to deal with such mistake-laden stories being spread. They should be writing stories about how kind and strong Lord Oz is, that's much more fitting!
As we talked, we headed deeper and deeper into the back alleyways.
Suddenly, Hugo came to a stop and placed his hand against one of the walls surrounding our narrow path before looking back at us.
Hugo: My shop is just past here.
Riquet: Past here? But there's no entrance. How are we meant to enter it?
Oz: This is the entrance. A spell has been cast to hide the door within this wall.
Hugo nodded his agreement with Oz's words, and then pulled a bell from within his clothes.
The bell was small and gold, with a beautiful pattern etched into the metal. Hugo rang it by the wall, and with just a few lovely peals…
Chloe: Wah, a door appeared in the wall!
Rustica: What a lovely contrivance. Much as birds are drawn to the sound of a harpsichord, the entrance is drawn to the sound of that bell.
Hugo: Well then, please come inside. Welcome to the Magician's Bookstore.
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At Hugo's encouragement, we stepped through the door, and were greeted by a calm and quiet interior.
The first thing that stood out to me was a huge bookshelf with glass doors, one that must've experienced more years than I could imagine. It was a beautiful piece of work.
Shylock: You have a wonderful atmosphere in here. I'm sure I could find myself wanting to read here forever, tucked into a book under the warm and gentle light.
Murr: And these sofas are suuuuper soft! They remind me of my couch! Time to lay down!
Cain: It's a lot smaller than I was expecting. I'd heard you had all sorts of writings on magic, so I was thinking it'd be bigger than this.
Hugo: I only have special books here, so it doesn't need to be any bigger than this.
Riquet: But…where are those books? The bookcase seems to be completely empty…
Just as Riquet had said, the shelves were empty. The glass doors were open, and not a single book was anywhere on them.
Rustica: Perhaps like the door outside, there's a special trick to getting these shy little books to show their pretty faces?
Arthur: No, the last time I was here, the shelves were packed. And the doors on the bookcase were firmly closed as well…
Hugo: …Before I explain that, let me return these books to where they belong.
He rang his bell again, and this time, the books he was carrying all fluttered into the air. The book that Cain had caught flew up to join them.
Chloe: Ah, our book…
Riquet: They're all returning themselves to the bookcase on their own!
Once each book had itself in its proper place, Hugo gently closed the glass doors behind them.
Riquet: Ever since we first saw one, it's seemed like those books have their own free will.
Hugo: That's correct. These books were left behind by wizards, and they all have their own will. They choose their own owners, and can fly to them on their own.
Cain: Books with their own will that got left behind by wizards… Like, you mean they've got their own minds?
Hugo: Not quite. Put more accurately, the authors have cast a spell on them that has them respond when someone with the appropriate amount of magical power comes close.
Normally they all stayed in their bookcase very nicely, but on the night the <Great Calamity> came, the bookcase started to seem a bit odd…
As soon as Hugo had noticed the Calamity's influence, he immediately set about trying to fix things. But, put simply, he just wasn't strong enough to do that.
It was going to take more than a single spell so he was steadily preparing for the ritual for the repair, but the doors broke five days ago.
Hugo: How it's supposed to work is that the books only take flight when someone that they approve of as their next owner stands in front of the bookcase doors.
But as soon as the doors broke, they all flew off all at once… There were a hundred of them, and there wasn't a single one left behind.
Oz: …Perhaps the Calamity's influence amplified the feelings of the ones that left them behind, leading to their prowling about to find their next owner.
Hugo: I think that's probably right… I finally finished the ritual to fix up the bookcase yesterday, so I got to start hunting them down today.
Cain: If the books flew the coop five days ago…then that perfectly matches up with when the rumors about the weird birds started going around.
Arthur: Then, when people in town spoke of a bird they'd never seen before…
Oz: It is obvious they meant the wizardry books from this shop.
Akira: (Then that means we don't need to be worried about the rumored birds doing any damage to the town.)
One by one, my worries started to disappear.
But on the far side of my relief were the bookless bookcase and the bitter expression on Hugo's face.
Hugo: If the books don't get close enough to someone, they can't properly feel their magical power. They probably won't find their future owners, and will just keep flying around endlessly…
Each and every one is a precious book left in my care, and none of them have a second copy anywhere in the world. I need to find them as quickly as I can.
Murr: So hey, what's written in these free-wheeling books? Are they full of secrets so secret they'll make your head pop off? Or maybe the results of research they kept up til they were on the verge of death?
But Murr's question just brought a small smile back to Hugo's face. He pressed his fingers against one of the doors, his voice full of pride as he answered.
Hugo: The contents of each book is different. And those contents are secret to all but the wizard that left them behind.
Akira: The contents are secret?
Hugo: Yes. Books can be considered "information". They're things full of knowledge, stories, words left behind for the future.
Wizards lead long lives full of solitude. But there are many who decide on death's door that they want to leave something behind.
Maybe it's a particular magical arte that took them a significant amount of time to create, or maybe they want to pass the results of their research on to someone, it could really be anything…
Even if there's no one in the current era who could understand, if there's a book, eventually someone who understands will appear.
From personal thoughts to reams of accumulated reports, each author dreamed that one day someone else would read their work, and so left them behind in a physical form. That's what these books are.
Cain: I get it. These really are books of wizards' secrets.
Hugo: That's right. But just because they're left behind in the form of a book doesn't mean a wizard that can hear those secrets is going to pop up right away.
So the authors leave their books in my care to be, well, cared for until someone who can be the next owner of them shows up. This is what this bookstore is for.
While I admit it's a bit different from a normal bookstore where you can buy any book that interests you… It's still a place to link wizards' words and knowledge to the future.
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tell me about your favorite breed from each akc group!
WAH thank you for the ask, I'm glad I wound up saving it for today <3
Herding Group - You're never going to believe this, but. Beauceron. They may or may not be (are) the best breed of all time (imo, lol). I loved them so much as a kid but never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet them and was terrified that I would meet them and they wouldn't be what I expected them to be - which I suppose is true, because they aren't, they're 10,000x better. They have the sweetest expressions, such big, kissable heads, the funnest little ears (I prefer cropped but some of the naturals have such somber, doleful expressions. Love it), and so on. They've usually got kind of rough, wavy fur on their backs, and they're the perfect size to hug and love on. They love to sit on you and lean on you and get so, so offended when you (God forbid!) pay attention to something else. They're fantastic dogs, and I wish I could describe them better. They're unreal. (Honourable mentions - Collies (beautiful, no thoughts, head empty, very loud, more screams from the Collie kennels than from the Sibe kennels), Tervs (sweetest to ever do it), Cardigan Corgis).
Hound Group - Cirneco dell'Etna; second is probably Ridgebacks. Cirnechi are, imo, the cutest ever. They look like little bunnies, and it doesn't hurt that they're sweet, the perfect smallish size, and they're so so so soft. I admittedly haven't met a ton because they're not super common where I live (only one or two at each show, but at least those counts are consistent. There's like one (1) total Dogo that shows in my state lmfao). Ridgebacks are just as sweet, just as soft, and God they're gorgeous dogs. The males get REALLY big, especially compared to the females though, which I just haven't seen in any other breed.
Toy Group - All of them, bless. Really it's probably Chihuahua - Italian Greyound - English Toy Spaniel for me, just because I've been so consistently impressed with their temperaments. Chihuahuas are so stinkin cute, Iggies are so cuddly, and English Toys are Not my personal taste but they have no right being so sweet and gentle and soft. I probably wouldn't ever own a toy breed but one of my favourite non-Beauceron individual dogs I see around here regularly is Tucker, a smooth coat Chihuahua and the most dapper little man I ever did see. He's the best ever. English Toys are really rare where I'm at but I've been seeing a few of them recently, and I like them A Lot, which is weird because I'm not big on CKCSs (love them to bits, but they're not my kind of dog). Might be because they're not as spaniel-y.
Non-Sporting Group - SCHIPPERKE! Second is Finnish Spitz. Schips are such fun little clown dogs that never fail to make me laugh. Their vertical jump is insane. Their dance moves are unmatched. They are violent little bundles of fluff and teeth and sparkly eyes. They're little demons and I'm obsessed with them. I'm always so excited to meet them because they're just the funniest, and they're so compact while being so strong and so motivated that it's just like. I cannot believe that you're a small dog, they're big dogs to me. Finnish Spitzes are just as fun. I wasn't a spitz guy until I met some and now I totally understand the appeal lol.
Sporting Group - Uh I genuinely don't have any really strong feelings on the sporting group, they're all pretty likeable, I wouldn't ever own a Golden, a spaniel (besides a Clumber), or any kind of Pointer, but I'd be down for a Chessie, Curly-Coated, or a Clumber, so I suppose those are my three favourites. I love the wedge-shaped retriever head (field Labs, beloved, however,). I really like Chessie temperament, and I love the look of Curly-Coateds (haven't met many). Clumbers have always been my favourite spaniels - they're SO cute, they're so sweet, they're so silly, and they're so so so soft. I'm sad that they're not more popular.
Terrier Group - Probably wouldn't own a terrier besides maybe a Rat Terrier/American Hairless Terrier, but I love them all. Rat Terriers/AHTs are so sweet, so funny, and so smart. They're such a blast to work with and hang out with, and they're that perfect size and build that they're not too big but not too fragile. Plus they come in every colour ever (Ratties, at least). I like Bull Terriers a lot as well but they like to use their skulls for violence, lol. Skyes are also awesome but you don't see many of them and that's A Lot of hair lmao.
Working Group - Dogo Argentino. One of my dream dogs. They're genuinely such beautiful, cool dogs. As I mentioned there are almost none in the shows around here (only one is ranked in my state for the year the last I checked), but the one I have met consistently has been the sweetest dog with humans. Every time I see him he says hi and gives me many hugs and kisses. A lot of Dogo people are really. I don't know how to put it. There's a lot of gatekeeping being done by people who really have no business gatekeeping other people. There's a lot of irresponsible breeding and ownership in the breed right now and it's definitely not awesome. I also super love Dogues de Bordeaux, German Pinschers (a dog I would own in a heartbeat), and Tibetan Mastiffs. If Presas were recognised by the AKC here, they'd be tied for my second pick with the Pinschers.
Anyway! Sorry for rambling! Have a lovely day!
#asks#turning off reblogs because this is a long post and I'm too tired to proofread it atm#but if anyone wants to chitchat just comment and i'll make a new post lmao
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Takina x chisato fanfic (lycoris recoil)
"Thank you again for today, it's been a big help"
"No problem!" Chisato replies with a chuckle.
"Well then~ let's get going takina chan"
"Hm" takina nods as she walk straightly away
"Takina chan~ wait for me~"
as the pointy top of the now new tourist spot tower that's been actually caused by a big conflicts under the government with lycoris, a warm shade of orange as reflection with the town being slowly enveloped by the sunset. Within just few minutes the sky just got dimmer and dimmer, with takina and chisato walking side by side a seems like water dropped on takinas nose. She stops and look up causing chisato to do the same "ah~ takina chan looks like it's gonna rain~ wah~ I didn't bring any umbrella with me today~" synchronously staring at takina. Takina Shakes her head. "Sigh~ well then! Let's run!" Chisato then grab takinas wrist dragging her along while running.
Within a second the rain fall aggressively. With both catching their breath, Chisato and takina managed to hide under a shade yet still got heavily drenched. With a lively tone "it's gone cold~~~~ ne~ takina chan if we cooch in together it might get warm-" on chisatos sight, takinas soaking clothes became see through, she's wearing the undergarments they both pick and bought. On chisatos flushed face a water slid on her soft cheeks to her cheekbone and drop itself onto chisatos chest covered in wet clothes. On the other side as takina caught a glimpse of chisato staring at her, she then stops squeezing her wet hair.
"Is something wrong?" Takina asks
"I-ah-aaa~ right it's so cold I'm just furi-freezin-" takina walks closer to chisato. Cornering chisato onto the wall.
"Ta-takina chan~?" As takina moves her face closer, chisato closed her eyes. Her heart beats louder and louder as her legs tremble, is it from worrying? Excitement? Or just because of the cold breeze. "It's not cold" takina mutter.
Chisato:"Eh!?"
Takina:" 'eh?’?"
"Where you expecting something?" Takina impassively ask
"I-im not! What are you even doing!? Pushing me at the wall and trying to do something like that! Takina chan you're a lot bolder than I thought"
"I really don't have any clue on what you're talking about. I thought you're becoming red because of cold so I simply took a temperature check"
"Using forehead?!"
"Yes, and it's seems your perfectly fine, maybe because it's cold"
With her spirit seems dried out chisato mumbles "dense takina is a lot more scarier than a drug dealer"
"Chisato it stops raining" before takina could have move "takina chan if we stay like this for too long we might catch a cold"
"?"
"A~ you see my apartment is actually just a block from here so~ wanna come over?"
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Takina"ojamashimasu (excuse me for intruding)"
Chisato inner voice "What am I thinking!???"
"Here" giving takina chan a towel. "I'll prepare the bath"
A not so empty neat room. That's must've been on takinas mind as she look around the room while standing still in the same spot.
"Takina chan! It's ready~" chisato called out.
As chisato undressed herself takina with a bright red flushed face stare blankly from the door "aren't you coming in?" Chisato who seems have spaced out, unintentionally inviting takina to take a bath with her, left frozen as takina then join in and undress behind her.
Chisato finished washing first. She then get in the tub. Not just by a second takina followed. For the whole moment, only the droplet of waters are overcoming the tranquility of their silence. It didn't last long. *Busha!* The sound of chisato agreessively standing up from the bathtub "i-im done~ take your time takina chan~ okiee" with a nervous chuckle at the end.
If I have stayed longer I might have almost died from overheating. A sentence from chisatos head as she's drying her hair with a blower. With her eyes turned into more solipsistic, and with her face redden she grunted "I wish I could have stayed a little bit more longer"
*Nock nock* "takina chan~ I prepare some change of clothes I have put your stuffs on the washing machine it should be fine later"
Just after coming out, "takina chan~ let's dry your hair~" chisato lively offered
"I can do it-"
"No~ no~ I'll dry your hair hehe"
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"Brrrrrrzz" the sound of hairdryer continuesly working
On edge side of the bed there was takina sitting and on her back was chisato drying takinas hair "it started raining again" chisato blurted
"Takina chan, your hair is so smooth... How did you make it like this? You've finally been using some hair materials aren't you! Ehehe"
"My hair has always been like that"
"Eh~" chisato put down the dryer, freeing her hands she change her touch putting her slender fingers on takinas belly side
"chisa-"
"Takina chan, have you ever think about it"
Whenever I'm with you, I don't know why I get this tingly feeling inside of me. Is something wrong with my artificial heart or... Is it just really me. Those are the things chisato would've want to say but can't utter.
Chisato slid her fingers under takinas cloth and gently slide her fingers to takinas delicate skin. "Hmmm ahnm" takina chan grunts. She put her left hand trying to stop her inadequate groans as with her right hand tries to grab chisatos right wrist.
As takina felt chisatos soft damp lips on her necks she furiously jump out from the bed she was sitting on. "What are you doing!?" She said while standing up facing chisato
"Eh-ah sorry! I lost there for a moment" as chisato tried to laugh it off she looks up just to see takinas expression. Takinas face blooming like a full red rose, her eyes are dilated eyes and even eyebrows slightly curving ascending inwards.
With this chisatos restraint has yielded off. She stands up and walk towards takina, on takinas back is a large wooden table, making her unable to back off. Chisato then grab takinas wrist, the one she's hiding her face with. And lean on closer to takina. With deep desires on chisatos eyes. She went for a kiss.
Takinas eyes was wildly open as she cannot comprehend it so fast. For a simple peck chisato pull her face away, she look at takina with longing "say. Do you hate it?" Chisato ask they look at each other's eyes again with this chisato again go for a kiss, With slowly touching each other soft lips they closed their eyes. On a one instance again, chisato then opened her mouth with her tongue slightly out forward she lick her lips and as what takina felt she answered and open her mouth doing the same as chisato. With every overlap of their mouths the tension gets heavier their kisses went deeper and deeper. Slurp and sloppy sounds can be overheard colliding with the loud thumps of their heartbeat.
\\^v^\\ that's it for part 1, imma try make this as manga~ more like a manuscript for a manga~
Ayayachi~
#lycoris recoil#ricorico#chisato x takina#takina inoue#chisato nishikigi#yuri#リコリコ#リコリス・リコイル#ユリ#fanfic
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Pico Lol 2: Electric Boogaloo
Based on the prompt that basically suggested a sequel to the Pico story. No I am not sorry for the dumb title.
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Pico had just been chillin’ in his apartment. Just chillin’. Nothing less. The constant low whirr of the cool AC within comprised of the majority of background the ambiance as Pico, feet kicked back on an old ottoman, and hands placed comfortably behind his head, lay leisurely upon his standard brown linen couch, provided to him upfront, along with the room, by the complex. Pretty much nothing was going through his mind at this point. No ideas, no worries, no nothing. No thoughts, head empty. You can quite easily imagine, then, the sheer, impeccable speed at which an interruption of some sort could make this entire system go absolutely, positively, and instantly haywire.
*Knock knock knock knock knock*
“WAH!” Pico instinctively cried out, his whole body practically leaping off the couch and catching about a single second of airtime before the force of gravity commenced his inevitable plummet back down. Pico’s jolted form merely lay there in reboot mode for ten seconds more after that, before another set of knocking at last snapped his mind back into standard operation.
“Uh-coming!” he somehow managed to sputter out as he frantically scrambled off the couch and rushed over to the door. Pico didn’t really know what he was expecting when he at last flung it open, but if only because his brain was still warming up to the circumstances, he was quite surprised regardless.
“Oh! Girlfriend! What are you doing here?” he casually stated once he was reasonably sure that the situation didn’t require him to be formal in any sense.
“Ah, Pico! Um, sorry for interrupting, I do hope I didn’t cause you any trouble by-”
“Uh, no no no no no, you’re fine!” Pico immediately rushed to reply. “You’re good! Don’t worry about it! I was just…uh…” despite the fact Pico had indeed spoken English his whole life, he could not, for the life of him ironically enough, figure out how to finish that sentence.
Eventually, once Girlfriend realized this, she ultimately decided to just end the need for him to finish it in the first place and walk into the room.
“Well, regardless, I just had a question to ask you.” she began to state in an oddly serious fashion as she took a seat on the left end of Pico’s obviously butt-compressed couch, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her lap as she did.
“Um…okay?” Pico somehow managed to respond as he took his informally designated spot smack-dab in the middle of the couch, where the previously mentioned butt-print was located.
“Pico, you remember that time you came over to the mansion and you and Boyfriend played Smash Bros together, right?”
It was right then and there that Pico’s brain once again went into absolute overdrive as the fight-or-flight adrenaline began frantically pumping through his veins.
“Shit! She’s jealous! I knew she would get jealous! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! What the hell do I do now!?-”
Swiftly sensing the obvious, deepset, petrified horror present on Pico’s face, Girlfriend immediately rushed to consolidate him.
“UH, NO NO NO NO NO IT’S NOT THAT! I’M NOT JEALOUS! THAT’S NOT IT! THAT’S NOT IT! I SWEAR! IT ISN’T!”
Pico’s terror-striken gaze, upon hearing those words, almost instantly melted away.
“Oh, phew! That…uh…you really scared me for a second there.” he calmly sighed in a semi-drawn-out manner with a gigantic amount of relief in his words.
“Well, yeah, no, I’m not jealous of it.” Girlfriend paused for a second in order to let out a brief sigh before moving onto the next sentence. “I…just want you to teach me how to do it.”
Pico’s being suddenly perked back up in a positive fashion as the somewhat-hidden implications of all those words began to slowly unravel themselves within his mind.
“Aaaaaaaaah, so that’s why you’re here, eh? Well! Luckily for you, I’d be more than willing to demonstrate!”
“Great!-”
“…so long as I have a volunteer.”
Girlfriend wasn’t quite sure on what Pico was letting on at first, before at last, after a few seconds of silent confusion, it clicked in her head, and she subsequently let out a considerably awkward murmur of: “Oh……….”
Pico just couldn’t help but maintain a considerably cheeky grin as Girlfriend let out an elongated sigh and placed a hand on her forehead. “Alright, alright! Fine! You can do it! Just so long as I get to learn how to do it myself, it's fine.” she eventually decided, the awkwardness and hesitation in her voice slowly fading away.
Pico dramatically pumped his fists in the air in celebration. “YES!” he exuberantly cried out, before he almost instantly switched his demeanor to a more formal, teacher-esque mode. “Step one!” he firmly instructed as he lay his hands on Girlfriend’s soldiers. “Your body needs to be relaxed. If it's tensed up at all, even just a little bit, it will instinctively want to stay contracted, and will have a much harder, nigh, impossible time expanding.”
Pico stretched his jaws wide before beginning to drag his tongue across the top of Girlfriend’s head. “Step two!” he commenced further with his teaching as he slowly and ecstatically began to soak in the rich, creamy, milk-chocolate-y taste present upon Girlfriend’s being. “You gotta trust your body. If your body’s telling you you can do it, don’t hesitate. Hesitation is how things go wrong.”
Following up this statement, almost as a demonstration, Pico managed to easily slip Girlfriend’s entire head into his maw like it was nothing.
“See?” he was somehow able to mumble out despite the gigantic mouthful present within. Gently stroking his tongue all over Girlfriend’s body and red dress, Pico soon found out that that very same dress tasted like strawberries, leading to a positively exquisite combination of flavors that only further increased Pico’s salivating and made the conditions inside slimier, squishier, and even a bit warmer as Pico began to lose his conscious mind to his instincts. A crucial step in the process, as he had just indicated, but nonetheless, as Girlfriend’s head was gently maneuvered further back towards the gullet, she couldn’t help but squish her head further down onto the tongue, if only to help avoid that slight chance she became too big for him at any point.
Once she was at the entrance to the throat, Pico continued mumbling his instructions, causing his uvula to wiggle slightly from the constantly coursing air, giving Girlfriend yet another reason to remain firmly planted on the surface of the orange-haired gunman’s tongue.
“Now, if you’ve followed all the previous steps, swallowing here should be a breeze!” he did his best to articulate despite all the current restrictions on his tongue. “Your body knows how to handle this! It's no different than swallowing a big pill, or a great gulp of water, or a large mound of food. …it's no different to your body I mean.”
As Girlfriend continued to make internal notes, internally wishing she had enough room to head-nod, Pico at last swallowed, thus pushing Girlfriend’s head and part of her upper body into his throat. Pico was suddenly able to sense the great bulge she was making form and expand from the outside. His tongue lolled slightly outside his maw as drops of drool slowly began to slowly drip from it.
“Ah…yes…” he whisper-spoke to himself in nothing but overwhelming pleasure as he gently rubbed the bulge. Grasping onto Girlfriend’s foot, which was still dangling slightly outside his maw, Pico lifted it up slightly as he tilted his head back and swallowed again, thus squeezing Girlfriend’s middle and most of her lower half into his throat. With her feet now retracted into his maw, Pico clamped his jaws shut, let out a slight chuckle, and then swallowed one last time, the formerly stationary bulge in his throat at last beginning to move as the throat muscles began rhythmically squeezing Girlfriend on down towards Pico’s guts.
Pico preemptively gave his currently normal-sized stomach a pat as Girlfriend on the inside commenced her journey downwards. At this point, Pico’s heartbeat was audible, and Girlfriend knew that any second now, his stomach rumbles would become audible as well.
Once his lower esophageal sphincter was visible, Girlfriend listened closely, and was then able to pick up a low gurgle that emitted from the currently empty stomach, waiting ever-so patiently to be filled. Girlfriend nodded slightly, as she now had just a bit more room to do so, in understanding that it would not remain unfilled for much longer.
Pico on the outside waited in hasty anticipation for Girlfriend to start entering his guts. The instant her head was squelched through the lower esophageal sphincter, his gut began to expand, sending an utterly over-engulfing deluge of pleasure down his spine. Pico’s stomach bulged and swelled further and further outwards as Girlfriend continued to enter his guts. When at last she was all the way within, his stomach gave an audible grumble in delight, as Pico licked his chops on the outside, and began rubbing over the great bulge as it rumbled and churned about in his lap.
“Ahhhhhhhhh……” Pico sighed out in exuberant satisfaction as he rhythmically patted over his bulging belly. “And there we go! All done! Really, all ya have to do is trust your body to know what it's doing! And hey, if a regular ol’ human like me can do it, then certainly a demon-girl like you would have no trouble doing the same!”
Girlfriend smiled contentedly on the inside, and as the gurgling walls shifted and churned around her being, kneading and massaging her still, contented body around within a warm pool of harmless liquids, the natural heat slowly began to ease her into an almost sleep-like state of comfort while she gleefully lay back and snuggled up against the pink, smooth, churning walls of Pico’s guts.
“You know, now I’m starting to understand why Boyfriend actually likes this...” she chuckled out in newfound understanding, causing Pico on the outside to blush slightly as he scratched aimlessly behind his head.
“Ah, erm, *ahem*...” he awkwardly struggled to speak as Girlfriend on the inside merley rolled her eyes at his struggles. “...thank you.”
“No problem, Pico.” Girlfriend casually responded.
“By the way, you got all those steps, right?” Pico suddenly asked with a hint of concern in his voice.“You understand how this works?”
“How it works?” Girlfriend immediately perked up in a slightly confused manner. “Well, I mean I understand how you do it, but how it works? Like, anatomically? Uh, no. I don’t get that, and honestly, I have a feeling I won’t even get a proper answer from you if I did want to ask.”
“...............” Pico was suddenly forced into an almost uncanny bout of rather uncharacteristic silence.
“... right…” he then went back to uncomfortably stammering as he himself made the difficult realization that Girlfriend was absolutely correct on this one. “...yeah I don’t understand the anatomy of it either.” Almost instantly after admitting this, however, he merely went back to his usual enthusiastic self. “But hey! If it works, it works!”
Girlfriend let out a warm, affirming giggle. “You can say that one again, buddy.” she replied with a growing yawn as she began to get settled down within Pico’s stomach for a nap. Sensing this, Pico himself began to lie back down on his couch, getting his hands and body into the same exact position they had been in right when this whole ordeal started.
“Well, ‘night then, Girlfriend.” he casually stated with another gentle pat over his guts. “Ready to try this out on Boyfriend tomorrow, I assume?”
Now it was Girlfriend’s turn to act all blushy. This time, though, she managed to handle it in a considerably less awkward way than Pico, merley accepting her feelings’ existence instead of becoming any bit uncomfortable with it.
“Yes, Pico.” she finally replied, a slight undertone of humor and satirical sarcasm present in her voice. “Yes I am.”
#monday night munchin#monday night munchin'#soft vore#safe vore#same size vore#vore belly#vore writing#vore story#vore stories#human vore#human prey#human pred#male pred#female prey#m/f vore#male predador#v0re#v0r3#VOR3#willing prey#willing vore#wholesome vore#extreme cuddling#endosoma
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Channa Mereya Liveblog | E5: Aditya Needs MBA
Dedicated to the OG liveblog queen *charan sparsh* @tellywoodtrash and to the relentless PR of this show by @aye-masakalii
I ended up with this title because seriously, Aditya’s best friend has a better take in business than Adi puttar who literally knows how to screw a deal than make it!
Episode 5: Aditya Needs MBA
Lol Ambar just shitted his pants hearing his father’s plans of giving everything to Aditya. Lol, he wish he put the zeher in the lassi to Daarji.
I love Adi NOT SAYING A WORD and killing it with snarky smiles.
Tayiji trying to instigate her husband to get the reign from Daarji. It’s all about status. Tayaji wondering what he did to get Ambar as brother and his wife in his life.
(If yaar I’m stuck had a face)
I like Adi keeping things to himself. It’s… practical. Daarji should you be drinking with your grandson at this age - your heart is weak.
Yes, I like Adi being yo… I didn’t react to getting the family business keeping Daarji ka dil. But I want the dhaba and then get out of the family business.
Yo Adi, you should make an offer they can’t refuse, not a one option only offer. Koi business sikhao iss munde ko.
I love that Gulabo ji starts her day by cussing her idiotic son Goldie in her mind.
Lol Gulabo just put a wedding menu to her daughter.
Aunty ji you don’t know you’re welcoming your future damaad and business hadapne waala.
Lol Adi going “meri deal gayi” with seeing who the business owner is.
Yes, a good exchange of words. Also… Adi being rude to the owner’s mother is not a way to get a business. Koi business ki degree do isse.
Oh ok, the ten lakhs is an advance. HMMM…
Yo ginni looks like she wanna fry Adi up in her pan.
YES GINNI TELL HIM HOW THE MONEY AIN’T ENOUGH.
Yes, what business tactic is it to coerce a person to selling property? You… aren’t even mafia.
25 lakhs for this property????? ADI THIS IS AN IDIOTIC PRICE.
Ok, Armaan is trying to sweet talk Aunty ji into selling the property. Thappad maaro inn sab ko.
YES GINNI YELL AT THEM ALL. STOP THEM.
YO I feel Armaan is more enamored by Ginni at this point, lol. Wah, kya sunaya dono ko.
Ok Tayiji subtly trying to take power from Supreet by overtaking the meeting the big family decorations. Tayaji just has one expression - wtf is happening in my life and why.
Lol the head chef just resigned out of Adi’s fear.
(Also those are the two types of couples anywhere, lol)
Interesting how Ambar and Supreet are so loving with big big dialogues. I’m laughing at how Tayiji is done with the other half of the family having more important in her daughter’s proposal.
Armaan has future in business - he has researched about the family and the loan. OMG GOLDIE’S WIFE RAN AWAY WITH 12 LAKHS WTH.
Ok this is super interesting how Adi quickly understood intimidating Ginni won’t work so he’s using Armaan’s sweet words to try and manipulate Gulabo - very very interesting.
Is Adi interested by whatever Ginni is saying? Lol. Yes Adi finally started opening his mouth and talk about parivar.
Could Adi really not buy an empty plot and turn it into a dhaba?
Ok, Adi is taking a leaf out of previous MLs and being a bit of an ass to get the property. Huh.. blank cheque… interesting. *unlocks Arnav Asad Singh Khurana Khan Rathore to empty his bank*
Lol Supreet taking over Tayiji in establishing relationship with the important Chima family. Lol Tayiji doing her own praises in front of the family is hilarious.
Ok now the history of Supreet’s gloved hand - how Adi burned it is fresh in memory.
Adi really giving a blank cheque to Ginni? She’ll tear and throw it on his face. Hahahahaha she burned it. Good good oh wait maybe Adi will fall in love with how she burns things the way he did.
Adi’s like how dare she take my signature move.
What’s with the stupid editing? Let me see the acting for god’s sake!
Which… is pretty good. It’s good they’re giving Wahi restrained anger cause he has a very soft face.
Thoughts: measured dialogues, good use of side characters. For the life of me I can’t understand the bgm and editing technique. You have talented cast at your plate LET THEIR FACE DO THE TALKING instead of the “oooeeaaaaahhhh” in the background and swoosh swoosh editing. Honestly, looking forward to the next episode!
- Jalebi
(if anyone needs this to be in full English instead of mixed Hindi lemme know)
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Yumekuro • Link (Rainbow-coloured Wedding Road) Sun Route Meister Story Translation Part 3/3 (with Story CG Spoiler)
(A/N): It is recommended to read the story with in-game voiced lines ! Beware of spoilers and enjoy reading ^_^
⚠️ STRICTLY NO REPOSTS !
Special Connection.
The empty and quiet cathedral, is now filled with no one but silence.
To retrieve the equipments and data we left behind, me and Link returned to the cathedral.
Emma : The wedding and reception were really beautiful. The wedding dress made by Adele looked amazing too.
Link : Lagoon’s parade car has gotten a good reputation. The bride and groom were happy, I’m truly glad for that.
Link : That reminded me. Before we head back to the apartment, can I check out some of the videos we took?
Emma : Sure.
Sitting together on one of the benches in the cathedral, he checked the videos in the medium that was used for the recordings.
Emma : Huh? This is the only data that isn’t labeled.
Link : What is, this?
*the video plays*
Priest : The groom, Link. You will take Emma as your wife—
Priest :In sickness and in health, do you pledge to support one another with love?
Link : Yes, I swear.
Gob : Woof!
Emma : Thank you, Gob.
Link : Emma, put your hand on the basket. Smile and keep your eyes on the camera.
Emma : Like this?
Link : I'd like to be a little closer to you…… like this.
*video stops playing*
Emma : The video from the modeling gig…… I don't know how it got mixed up.
Emma : I did check the equipments thoroughly, but maybe not when I was checking the data…
Link : …….
Emma : Link, what’s wrong?
Link : Ah…. nothing, it’s probably too late now. Raising the bride’s veil scene, I just realised we don’t have that one.
Emma : You mean the veil-up? Yeah, this time the veil was designed to only cover the back of the head.
The veil-up ceremony, in which the groom lifts the veil that is covering the bride’s face before the kiss of vows.
Emma : I’ve done a lot of research, on how to produce a wedding……
Emma : By lifting the veil, it’s meant to break down the wall between us (the bride and groom) or something like that.
Link : Woah, it seems you’ve studied a lot.
Emma : I had a lot of fun while researching for it. There was a bit of a longing to do it too.
Link : …… Since I’m here, we could give it a try.
Emma : Huh?
Link : I don’t have the real veil, but Adel-san gave me a piece of lace fabric.
Link : They were going to throw them away halfway through the process, so I figured I'd use them to make some props.
Emma : Fufu. It's not every day you get a chance to come to such a beautiful cathedral, so I might as well give it a try.
Link : Ahahaha, sure. Well then, I’m going to take it in a minute.
Link pulls out a piece of lace fabric and a hairpin, from a bag filled with props.
Link : Just for a moment, stay still alright.
The gentle touch of his fingertips on my hair, it made me feel a little bit nervous.
Eventually, the lace fabric was softly lowered in front of my face.
Link : Here you go. You're fine to move now.
Emma : Wah… Amazing, it looks like a real veil.
Link : I’m glad you liked it ♪
Link : It’s time for the veil-up, let’s do it. Emma, this way.
Prompted by Link, I stood in front of the altar so we could face each other.
Emma : (As of now, I’m getting super nervous……)
Link : ……
The veil is slowly lifted.
When I looked up, I saw Link’s bright smile right next to me—
Link : …….Like this. What do you think?
Emma : I find it, kind of emotional……. I think? Cathedrals at night feels so solemn, maybe that’s why I could feel the emotions way more than I should.
Link : I feel deeply moved too…… I’m certain I’m feeling that way?
Link : Look at you now. You look so beautiful.
Emma : Oh!
After hearing the straightforward compliment, my cheeks immediately started to heat up.
Link : After observing today’s wedding, a thought appeared on my mind.
Link : It had to be him. It had to be her.
Link : They love and care for each other so much, to the point where they decided to be together forever—
Link : —With someone whom they can connect with so deeply, and I find that wonderful.
Emma : Ah… I agree.
I was so happy when a radiant smile appeared on Link’s face, it was very contagious it made me smiled too.
Link : I've never met someone that made me feel that way yet, unless…
Emma : Unlesss?
Link : …… Unless the 'someone' could be you?
Link let out a chuckle, and softly touched my cheeks.
Emma : (Was he joking around? Or……)
Eventhough I wasn’t sure myself, I was truly glad when I heard Link said that.
I had a faint feeling that something is about to happen, it was pounding againts my chest with my quickening heartbeat—
Finished.
(A/N): If there are misspellings, mistranslations etc. please let me know and excuse me. 🙏
Next : Moon Route Meister Story Translation Part 1
Prev. chapter : Sun Route Part 2
#yumekuro#dream meister and the recollected black fairy#ymkr#yumekuro translations#ymkr translations#yumekuro link#ymkr link
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Surprising Kats and only wearing your apron when he comes homeeeeee
yeah housewife energy on the BRAIN bestie
pairing: pro hero!bakugou x housewife!reader.
cw: smut, MDNI 18+, dumbification, degredation branding, spitting, slight!manipulation, fem!reader.
the moment pro hero dynamight walks through the door, stressed, sweaty and so exhausted from a hard day’s work on the field— his ruby lined gaze hones in on you. his sweet little housewife who listens when he gives an order, lives to please and serve her precious husband with not a thought between doe eyes and babyish smiles except for her husband katsuki bakugou.
there you are are, buzzing away humming a sweet tune from between your pouty lips— bent over the stove with nothing but that ugly, frilly mess of a pink apron someone had gifted you for christmas thrown over your delicious fucking body, barely hiding anything from his line of vision. maybe you did this for him, katsuki thinks as you set the table and huff and puff over dinner decorations, you wanted him to ease his stress in more constructive ways than filling your pretty, empty head with words you couldn’t understand and curse words that would corrupt your innocence.
so now, hands that break in the skulls of villains burn searing marks into your fleshy hips, bouncing you back and forth on katsuki’s fat cock as his creamy tip breaches your soaked walls and brushes against your cervix. “would say you knew whatchu were doin’, wearing’ next’ta nothin’ around the house while y’husband was away workin’ his ass off to put food on yer table,” he slurs over the drool laced with his tongue from watching where your bodies meet. the steady pump of his shaft in and out and in and out of your wet, sticky fucking cunt making his brain foggy, a mist clearing out any anger that had settled on his brain. “but’cha don’t think of anythin’, y’can’t. not with me as yer husband, not when ‘m fuckin’ you open on my cock.”
oh if the world could see you now, katsuki bakugou— number two hero’s darling little wife with her face forced down hard against an oak table, ass up as his heavy and weighty balls slap against your puffy clit. you can barely think, let alone breathe when he presses his toned chest against your arched back, sweat gluing your bodies together while the scent of sex tingles in the air and rises above the delicious meal sitting hot a few feet away from you both.
“uhuh, please katsu—please love, need you,” you whine between choked sobs, bakugou’s name becoming its own prayer written in sinful ink on your tongue.
your apron bunches up at your waist, dirtied with trails of your dripping nectar and katsuki’s precum that spills out of you with every thrust of his hips, deeper into your tight, pretty pussy moulded to take him and only him. and along with your apron goes your angel face and innocent galaxy eyes, screwed up with pleasure while tears run a race down the apples of your baby cheeks.
“yeah, yeah. y’need me, y’fuckin’ love me...” bakugou hums appreciatively, mocking lilt to his words as he fucks you, the final goal to either fill you up with his seed till your tummy bulges or to paint your ass with thick and opaque white. grunting, the pro hero grabs a handful of your cheeks, spreading you apart while you’re split on his dick and spitting right onto the point at which your bodies join. “wah wah wah, you can’t fucking live without me baby. me or this cock that makes you feel good every fuckin’ day. right sweet girl? ain’t that right?”
“yes—ohmyygod—yes, suki! you, always you...can’t live without you,”
you can’t form much of a reply, too much of a slobbering mess bent over the dinner room table— jolting up and down the hard wood, nipples pebbled and squished against it while katsuki takes his stresses out on your body. what a good girl you were, always his well-behaved and precious housewife, taking what was given to you with nothing but dynamight on your mind.
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Prompt:
OG GOD ITS BEEN FOUR DAYS— Anyway, this is my gift for @epiclamer / the one and only top/ cool dad of the year / he is not a bottom.
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“I am tired of life and everything else. Hic — Ah! Yes, Mr. Pattinson is a- hic- cool boyfriend material.” the villain said to the crow beside him. His feet dangle on the edge of the billboard sign with the superhero’s face on it. The once perfect and good-looking face now has a huge mustache and a hat on its head.
The culprit is pretty much not in their right to self at this moment as he raises the bottle of champagne beside him. He throws the empty bottle into the ground, taking seconds for it to break into tiny pieces on the ground, then followed by a loud shriek from the civilians. The villain looks at the ground, vision turning into two as it gradually turns into chickens.
The villain tilts his head and glances at the crow beside him, and hiccups as he raises the bottle of expensive champagne stolen from the headquarters ‘ shelves. His eyes twinkle in amusement and smiles at the crow beside him, humming as he opens his mouth for a second. As if thinking about what to say, flashes of the camera disturbed his thoughts.
A frown etches on the villain’s face as he crosses his arms. “Chickens need to wait for their food— Oh… I can just make the sky rain with seeds and worms~” the villain hums and smiles widely as if he is changing the environment.
With a snap of his fingers, a strange orange cloud appears in the sky. And a loud thud echoes in the city, where it happens. The first seed rained in the history of humankind. The villain claps their finger, giddy like a small child getting its first treat.
“Wah! I didn’t know that it can rain seeds! The chickens must be happy!” the villain giggles as hiccups keep on passing on his mouth. Unlike the usual villain, he is, whenever this kind of thing happens. He’ll usually kill every single being who saw him acting in a cutesy and not brutal manner. It is indeed the crow’s lucky day as it continues to watch the villain laughing with so much joy.
A surge of the wind blows the used paints as the villain closes their eyes. Unaware of the attack that was supposed to land on him. What an innocent facade behind the effect of liquor. The hero raises his eyebrow, his special suit protecting himself from the seeds as he observes the villain’s odd behavior. He has never seen his nemesis like this before. As if the hero entered an alternate universe where the villain differs from his original self, but it seems like this is indeed the reality.
His nemesis is smiling at a crow and talking about how much they like the superhero’s new suit. Well, this was unexpected. No, unbelievable. The villain hates crows, and the superhero so much that almost every crow in town went missing. The reason behind the sudden disappearance is related to the hero. He always uses these animals for communication, but one day they are gone. However, after seeing a living crow beside the villain ‘alive’, a sense of relief overflows his body as he relaxes. At least the crows are still alive.
“Uh- Oh- who are you? Ah- are you- hic” the villain pauses as he points his fingers at the villain in front of him, squinting his eyes and letting out a small oh of realization. He grins and clasps his fingers together, glancing at the crow with a playful grin dancing on his lips. His eyes twinkle like the sun in the sky, the once dark void pupils of the villain are now filled with glee as he giggles again.
“You are the hero’s leader, right? The team leader- hic- ah stop- I need water,” he said and chugs another bottle of champagne, eyes closing as liquor drips down in the corner of the villain’s lips. He sighs and throws it on the floor. Both of them are unaware of the situation on the ground where the civilians reside.
“Yes, I am.”
“Wah! Wait- hic- do you know if the hero has a girlfriend? A boyfriend? Perhaps is the hero aromantic?” the villain bombards the hero; questions, his expressions new to the hero’s eyes.
“It’s a secret.”
Screams echoed on the ground as growls of monsters erupted in the city, destroying the once peaceful atmosphere. Of course, the villain is still the villain even if he is delirious of alcohol. The hero sighs, as the villain only smiles in response to his not-so-surprised-look and, in-fact-that-was-expected-look. The villain sways their head and giggles again, expecting the answer he is waiting for.
“Why are you doing this?” he deadpanned, arms crossed and not caring about the screaming citizens below. They’ll live anyway. A building explodes behind him, ashes fall in the sky to the hero’s shoulder as panic rings in his ears. Once again, they’ll live anyway. Another bomb exploded but with a load of impact, the air slaps the hero’s back as it explodes like a nuclear bomb, at least not an actual nuclear bomb.
They’ll live anyway.
“Jus’ cause~” the villain laughs, vision swaying as he shook his head. “I like the hic- hero, team leader.”
“Come again?”
“I like the hero so much~ hic- I need to know all necessary information to know him better- Woah, the world… is spinning-”
What? Wait, what?
The villain drops on his back as the monsters and the destruction disappear without a trace behind him. His nemesis snores softly while the crow caws and flies on the hero’s shoulder, cawing again like it’s praising the hero for having their crush like them back. His hand covers his mouth, blush spreading over his entire existence, hair ruffling up as he sighs.
How can they say that so boldly? The villain acts the same way the hero does for him. Memories flood in his mind as the hero figures out how the villain knows about his favorite things. But he acts confused regarding personal matters about the hero. Good thing he isn’t being stalked.
Then...
The villain likes the hero the same way he does…?
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The Brothers reaction when MC slaps their ass
Lucifer
As usual, Lucifer listened to some classical music and poured himself a glass of wine to relax a bit.
Once he was done, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring the taste.
"Mhm," he hummed to the sound of the melody and blissfully closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he was having.
Much to his dismay, you entered his office without making yourself noticable.
Now dont get me wrong, he loves enjoys your company.
But not when your main goal is to tease him.
An thats exactly what you were doing.
You grinned mischievously as you slowly crept up to him, his back turned to you.
Since he was in his own state of mind, he didn't noticed anything.
That was until you reached your hand out.
In that milisecond, Lucifer's senses were tingling and his eyes shot open, turning around as fast as lightning.
But it was too late.
He only watched as your right hand colided with his left buttcheek, giving it a good squeeze afterwards.
Lucifer jumped and just stared at you in shock, processing what just happend.
And you just stood there with an empty expression, your eyes starring at your palm.
"Wow, your butt is actuallly softer than I thought".
Lucifer furrowed his brows in anger and shook his head.
"MC".
"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him innocently.
Lucifer had that closed eyed smile with an dark aura surrounding him.
"Now, what made you think this was an good idea, MC?".
You shrugged and slowly walked backwards, shivering nervously "I dont know.. I was just curious?"
"Curious?" He met up with your steps and tilted his head to the side, his smile never leaving
He became dangerously close, making you more nervous than you already are.
You felt your back hitting the wall and your eyes widened.
Oh lord...
Lucifer slammed his palm beside your head, caging you.
You flinched and looked to the ground, feeling suddenly so tiny under him.
Lucifer cupped your cheek and made you look back up at him, a sadistic smile on his lips.
"Such inappropriate behavior should be punished, MC"
I leave the rest up to your imagination.
Mammon
Mammon was walking beside you as always, being practically attached to your hip (nothing new).
You guys were at R.A.D on your way to the cafeteria, since it was break time.
The greedy demon beside you rambled about that new scheme to make money, and you once again had to talk him out of it.
"Ya! It aint a dumb idea!" He protested.
"It is Mammon. Just think about Lucifers reaction and the consequences," you shook your head "Want to hang from the ceiling that bad?".
Mammon only scuffed, turning his head to the side.
You glanced over to him and noticed a visible pout on his lips, making him look like a child.
"Hey, Mammon".
"Hm?" He looked over at you "What's up?".
You raised your hand and reached over for his bottom, smiling sweetly at him.
"Cheer up".
He was about to question you, but before he could even start his sentence, you cutted him off with a real loud smack on his ass.
Mammons stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened in shock "W-what?".
Once realisation kicked in, his face flushed in an intsant.
"O-oi, human! Whats the big deal slappin' my butt like that?!". He yelled at you, looking like a fricking tomato.
You couldnt help but let out a few chuckles, highly amused by his reaction.
"Ya! It aint funny!"
Thanks to his loud voice, the whole hallway now knew what just had happened.
Leviathan
Leviathan walked down the stairs to the dining room.
He was really excited because he finally got his hands on the new Ruri-chan merchandise that came out.
"Woaah! I cant believe I got that limited edition figurine!, its SO rare and the new outfit- its just soo angelic-"
Levi being caught in his own ramblings didnt noticed that you were walking beside him.
"And that new hairstyle! I cant believe Ruri-chan could get even more cuter than she already is-"
"Say Levi, to who'm are you talking to?"
"WAh!", Levi jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and almost tripped over his own foot.
"Wha- MC!? How long have you been here!?"
You smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder for support, preventing him from falling down the stairs.
"There there, calm down. I didnt heard much".
Levi let out an sigh of relief and turned to you.
"Yeah right, I mean who would want to listen to an yucky otaku like me?".
You facepalmed in your mind and sighed, he really needs more confidence.
Leviathan kept walking and pitying himself, mumbling random stuff.
He has such a negative mindset.
You walked up behind him not thinking much.
But then you stared at his head and then his back,
Eventually your eyes landed on his bottom.
You smirked to yourself as you just ran past him, giving his butt a hard and loud smack.
Levi yelped in surprise and stood still, overwhelmed with what just had happened.
His hand grabbed his right buttcheek and rubbed it, being too shocked to react.
You turned around and waved at him. "Damn Levi, you really got an nice butt there! Im soo jealous!"
You then disapperaed in the dining room.
Levis brain needed a whole minute to process what just had happened.
And then he became a stuttering mess.
"M-M-MC! W-what was that now?!, h-hey wait!" He hid his flushed face behind the back of his hand as he stumbled after you.
Ngl he was kinda happy you touched him.
Satan
Satan was on kitchen duty, cooking his curry.
He invited you to join and help, so you guys could spend some time together.
And theres no way you would ignore that chance.
So here you were beside him, giving him the ingredients he asks for and making some small talk.
"Did you know that Beel almost ate my hair in his sleep?" You sighed "Im lucky im not bald".
Satan glimpsed at you and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head, "His hunger really doesnt know its limits".
He looked up, "Well speaking of sleep, I had an unpleasant dream last night."
You handed him the spoon and nodded "What was it about?"
Satan sighed, "Beel ate too much and grew to be a giant. He then ate the House of Lamentation, leaving the rest of us homeless".
You laughed, "Why do I have a feeling that could actually happen?"
Satan frowned "He already eats plates, its only a matter of time until he starts eating the walls".
You chuckled, intending to jokingly slap his arm.
But since you werent focused on what you were doing, you didnt notice how your slap landed right on his butt.
Satan dropped the spoon he was holding and looked at you with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?"
You turned to him with an confused expression "Did I do something wrong?"
Satan cocked an eyebrow and leaned his head to the side "You just slapped my butt".
Now its your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "I did what now?".
Satan didnt knew if you were joking or not, and it was kinda ticking him off.
"My butt. You slapped it".
"No I only slapped your arm- ohh wait..." you chuckled.
"What is so funny?" He asked you with furrowed brows.
"Sorry Satan, I wasnt focusing on what I was doing and accidently slapped your butt instead of your arm," You shrugged "My bad".
Satan nodded and turned back to what he was doing "Next time be more careful, or I will return the gesture".
You smirked and leaned over to him "I wouldnt mind that".
He will remember that.
Asmodeus
Asmo was having a mid-life crisis.
He was on one of his diets, because his waist gained 1 millicentimeter.
You assured him that a little more weight always looks good and healthy but he wont listen.
So here you were infront of him, eating one of his favorite Cupcakes.
"MC darling, why do you have to torture me like that?"
He whined "Its not faair!"
You just shrugged "I have another cupcake left for you, but since you're on your little 'diet' I will give it to Beel."
He sighed and dropped his head on the table "Does my pain bring you pleasure?".
You frowned "I-"
Asmo gasps and sat back up straight. "Dont tell me your into that stuff?, Wow!"
He smiled and wiggled in his chair.
You sighed and shook you head "Asmodeus, stop".
He pouted "You're no fun..".
After some time you finally finished the cupcake and Asmodeus had reached his limit.
He watched as you stood up and walk towards to the kitchen.
"Wait, what are you doing?" He also stood up and followed you.
"I will bring the cupcake to Beel-"
"No, wait!" he grabbed your wrist and stared at you.
You looked back at him "What is it, Asmodeus?".
He glimpsed to the side "I dont want him to eat my cupcake.."
You clicked your tounge and pulled him towards you, making him stumble to the side
"What are you doi- AH!" He moaned yelped in surprise as you slapped his ass.
"Just eat that damn Cupcake. Its not like you will gain 10kg from it".
He blushed "Oooooh MC! That really made me excited! How harsh you pulled my wrist-"
You just let go of him and left the room.
"MC where are you going?, you cant just leave me here!"
Beelzebub
Beelzebub asked you to keep him company while working out.
And of course you said yes.
So now you sat there, on the bench with a towel in hand, enjoying the view infront of you.
Beelzebubs biceps flexed as he lifted weights, and his white tanktop was drenched in sweat, making it transparent.
His abs showed through the fabric and you blushed.
How can this man be so big and muscular?
You blinked when he stopped his workout and laid the weights back down.
He grabbed his bottle from the floor and drank from it, taking big gulps.
You decided to stand up and walked over to him.
"Hey, Beel"
Beel lowered the bottle from his mouth and smiled at you "Hey, MC!"
You smiled back, and held the towel in your hand out to him, "Here take this".
"Thanks" He nodded at you and grabbed it, wiping the sweat on his face away.
"So, how is the workout going so far?" You asked couriously.
"Im still warming up" he replied.
You blinked, Still at warming up, huh?.. impressive.
"But im starting to feel hungry..." Beel pouted.
You laughed "You can do it Beelzebub, I believe in you".
He blushed and smiled at you "Thanks, MC!"
So cute.
You nodded and patted his shoulder "Sure".
Beel proceeded to start his warm up again, starting with some sit-ups.
But you had other plans.
"Beel wait!" You ran up to him.
He stopped what he was doing and looked over at you "What is it, MC?"
Before he could fully turn his body to you, he felt a stinging sensitation on his butt.
He looked at you startled, now realising you slapped it.
"Wow Beel, your buttcheeks are pretty hard.. are they made of iron or something?" You hold your hand up to your face.
Beel blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say.
You just shrugged and turned around, marching towards the bench you were sitting on.
But suddenly, you felt a light clap on your own butt.
You gasped, "What-, Beel?!" You looked behind you and saw him standing there, smiling.
"Your butt feels really soft and nice, MC". he chuckled, "Is that a human thing to do?"
"Beel no-"
Belphegor
Belphegor was taking a nap in the attic, skipping the student council meeting.
And since you were coming late to the meeting due to some complications, Lucifer ordered you to search for Belphie and bring him there along with you.
And thats how you ended up infront of the attic, clearly annoyed.
"Belphegor," you spoke as you opened the door "I know you're in here".
The youngest brother laid on the bed, snoring and cuddling into his cow pillow.
You walked over to him and shook him "Hey Belphegor! Wake up!"
He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brows.
Eventually he opened one eye and glimpsed at you. "What is it?"
"Lucifer wants me to bring you to the council meeting" you explained.
"Too bad, I wont go" he closed his eyes again. "Why dont you join me?"
"No," you shook your head, "Please, stand up".
He groaned "No, I dont want to go".
Thats it
You grabbed Belphegor by his arms, and turned him on his stomach.
His eyes shot open "Dah! W-what, hey-"
You raised your hand and slapped his ass, the sound of it echoing through the room.
Belphegor jumped and sat up straight, looking at you in disbelief.
"What was that for?!" He blushed
"You should stand up," you crossed your arm over your chest "I asked you nicely but you wont listen".
"Alright..," He closed his eyes "I will go"
You nodded "good"
But before you could turn around, Belphegor grabbed your wrist and laid you over his lap, his hand resting on your butt.
You blushed when you realised what he was doing,
You tried to escape, but his grip on you was too tight.
"Heheh," he chuckled "Time for payback".
"B-belphegor-" you were interrupted by his hand squeezing your left cheek slightly, making you shiver.
Belphegor raised his hand and striked an direct slap on your butt.
He expected you to squeak cutely, but instead a loud moan left your lips.
You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, an massive blush on your face.
Belphegor stared at you with wide eyes,
But after a few seconds he smirked.
"Didnt knew you're into that stuff," he teased you "Im not complaining though".
You just hid your face in his shoulder, too embarassed to look up "Dont tell anyone about this..".
Belphegor chuckled and patted your head "I wont, that would ruin the fun".
He will still tease you about it tho, but just when you guys are alone.
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